Sometimes you look for inspiration, and sometimes inspiration finds you. This morning I was sitting at the front desk of the hostel where I have been working, sipping some over-sweetened almost cold coffee and feeling a little down in the dumps.
It was the sort of general malaise that only genius possess and the insane lament. And this may seem like a little too much information, but the coffee hadn’t agreed with me so I was… …but I digress.
Anyway, I wasn’t feeling too great. A little discontent, a little anxious, and really craving Starbucks, and a little excitement. So when an Australian fellow by the name of Devin Sturdy stopped by the desk in search of some English Breakfast tea, I didn’t really expect it to change my mood for the day.