In Cocle Province in Panama. We drove into the mountains for lunch and the coffee was something amazing. Maxwell House just doesn't measure up!

I realized that they were going to bring us coffee before they brought us water so I better learn to drink it.

The Army runs off three things:
Coffee
Hot sauce
and complaining

More entrancing than aroma
From the Hindu sacred soma,
Comes a fragrant
Essence vagrant
Floating up
From my quaint Zumpango cup,
Incense rare,
Evanescent steam ascending,
Curling, wavering, fading, blending,
Vanishing in viewless air.
Let me sip and dream and sing
Musing many an idle thing,
Let me sing and dream and sip
Making many an fancied trip
Far away and far away
Over ocean, gulf and bay
To islands whence the spicy wind
Breathes languor on the tropic sea,
To sultry strands of teeming Ind,
To coasts of torrid Araby,
To realms no Boreal breath may chill,
Like rich Brazil,
Or Jabal's clouded hill on hill,
Or warm Bulgosa's valley low,
To zones where Summer splendors glow,
Where seasons never come or go,
Where coffee trees perpetual blow.

My favorite love poem; please excuse the repeat.