The woman who owns my guesthouse, in addition to being a wonderfully kind person, serves the most delicious feast of a breakfast every morning.

I head down around 8am and receive scrambled eggs with spinach, tomato, cheese, and onions. Tea (made with real ceylon tea leaves naturally) soon follows along with bread fresh from the bakery and homemade jams. There is always fresh fruit of some variety.

But the highlight of my morning, perhaps of my day, is Mrs. Nanayakkara’s fresh juice. I never know what it will be, and I wait with anticipation as the housekeeper emerges with an enormous glass of juice, each morning a different but brilliant color.

To give you an idea of which juices and fruits have graced my palate over the past couple of weeks:

Passion fruit
Banana (a dozen different types in Sri Lanka!)
Avocado
Coconut
Mango
Papaya
Lime
Guava
Pomegranate
Rambutan
Mangosteen
Damson
Pineapple
And several others for which I didn’t understand the name of the fruit.

I will be sorely disappointed to return to New York where I only grab an apple on my way to school.