Upon arriving at the hotel he promised himself he would never let slip how much he had spent on this weekend getaway. As he handed the bellman what he assumed was the equivalent of a fiver for carrying his small bag he inquired where the bar was. He had heard great things and after a quick change from his traveling clothes, he would head down.
The bar was lavish and he immediately regretted leaving his blazer on a hanger in his room. The bartender was wearing a freshly pressed white jacket and tie with a red flower in the lapel. He never liked being out dressed but he was on vacation and would probably never be on this island again. The windows had all been opened or maybe they never closed. They looked out over a brilliant white sugar beach that dissolved into clear blue waves.
One of the best parts of ordering drinks abroad is that the language barrier seems to disappear. Small talk may be difficult but a mojito is a mojito no matter what continent you are on and that is what he decided to order the second he walked in. The bartender grinned in acknowledgment and got to work. Certainly, not his first order for the esteemed Cuban highball this afternoon and probably wouldn't be the last.
It finally arrived in what looked like a small frosted vase holding a bouquet of veiny mint. Warm salty air mixed with the fresh scent emanating from the glass was intoxicating on its own. A quick pull on the straw and it hit him hard. The drink jolted him into a mentholated stupor. He couldn't tell if it had given him a headache or if it cured the one he already had from his long day of travel. Either way, he smiled and went in for a second gulp of icy pleasure.
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Bar To Home
A simple translation from bar to home.