They smile politely with anticipation

As I bring the cup to my lips.

The air is charged with the sights, the smells

The energy.

My hands unsteady, dizzy from excitement,

Intoxicated by the scent of copper, like fresh pennies.

The taste is salty and thick,

The consistency of lukewarm gelatin.

I gag at first, but recover,

Taking several gulps.

Their polite smiles erupt into toothy grins and knowing chuckles.

I am warmly embraced

And  welcomed.