When I was a junior in college, I spent a semester interning in the parliament in Dublin, Ireland. Before I left, my parents helped equip me with the best backpacking-across-Europe luggage we could find for my petite frame, while I devoured travel and history books beefing up on my knowledge of the Irish culture. And I was sure to layer every U2, Pogues, and Van Morrison album into my music collection. But it was my grandmother who equipped me with one of the most valuable lessons of all: taking tea.
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