A tribute to my favorite Colombian drink.
Every morning before the sun floats over the Nevado del Ruiz, sounds of a sacred morning ritual drift from the kitchen, through the narrow apartment hall, and into my bedroom, stirring me awake. I sleepwalk to the dining table, ready for my tired breath to be replaced with the sweet flavor of freshly picked guava, milk, and ice blended into a nectar that I swear the heavens delivered straight to my hands. Through the tall crystal glass, I see tiny seeds suspended in the fruit’s thick reddish pulp, frozen in time. My lips dip into the frothy top – sunrise in a glass.