Summertime travel is in full swing, and whether you’re venturing out of the state or out of the country, you’ll likely have the chance to embrace a different way of life, even if just for a few days.
Some of my first vacations with my husband were dive trips to Mexico. We got certified to scuba dive shortly after we married, and one of our adventures led us to Cozumel with a group from the Metroplex dive shop we frequented.
Owners Kevin and Rhonda planned these trips throughout the year and while on location, wherever in the world that might be, they were the ultimate hosts.
Kevin not only planned every detail of the trip, making sure the needs of each diver were met, but many guests expected him to be entertainment coordinator and party planner – a role he and Rhonda shared.
But as you can imagine, by the end of the trip they were exhausted. While we had been on vacation for four days, they had been working, tending to and entertaining all of us.
On the last night of the trip, we all piled into taxis for the ride into town and found ourselves at a local restaurant.
The meal, like all those served in Mexico, stretched into at least two hours, and we were all growing weary. Every one of us had completed two to three dives that day and had been running hard and fast ever since the plane landed.
As we polished off the last few bites and were contemplating another night out versus the opportunity to turn in early, Kevin fought to keep his eyes open.
The waiter approached.
“Can I get a cup of coffee?” Kevin asked.
“Sexy coffee?” the waiter inquired with a grin, which elicited a laugh from our table.
“Ummm … just coffee …” Kevin was thoroughly confused but too tired to protest. The waiter wasted no time and took advantage of his semi-comatose state.
“Sexy coffee!” he declared with a quick clap over his shoulder.
This must have been a signal because the lights went down immediately, and a cart was wheeled to our table.
An entire team of waiters began what can only be described as a show as we all sat in awe and wonder. The talent of these guys far surpassed anything you’ll see at Starbucks. The pouring, shaking, singing and stomping was hard to follow but somewhat hypnotic.
You could smell the coffee, but it was just out of reach.
The theatrics continued.
The coffee was poured back and forth between various receptacles and a single, long apple peel curled above the beverage and was set on fire. A few fancy hand gestures later, another shake here and there and a glorious cup of coffee was finally presented to Kevin, who could no longer feign interest or patience.
We, of course, erupted in applause while Kevin begrudgingly sipped his long-awaited drink – the grand, comical finale to a fantastic trip.
Travel means a surprise around every corner and the opportunity to try new things. I say, relax this summer, immerse yourself in a different culture and always say “yes” to sexy coffee.
Kristen Tribe is the editor of the Messenger.