Three cups of tea (or coffee)

This post has two different phases.

1) It first started being a “funny” (or stupid) remark of a certain phrase or idiom:

La frase “It’s not my cup of tea”, fue probablemente inventada por una señora bien inglesa a eso de las 5 de la tarde (no se trata de una señora muy inglesa, sino de una señora bien -high society- proveniente de Inglaterra).

Supongo que el equivalente en Argentina debiera ser: “It’s not my cup of mate”. Aunque en lo personal, yo diría: “It’s not my cup of coffee”.

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2) But then it got much more serious and profound when a meaningful proverb was found:

On a related subject, I recently discovered the existence of a Balti proverb which made me think about the importance of rituals and ceremonies in different cultures, but mostly, about the value of sharing little (yet relevant) things.
[There’s a book named after this proverb -apparently a bestseller- which I’m now really tempted to find and read]

I cite below:

“The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family…”

It seems that it only takes three cups of tea to stop being a stranger and start being something else (I guess this could also apply for ‘mate’).
It only takes sharing a small, yet valuable, moment with someone to change the entire nature of the relationship between them. It’s not about big, colossal moments, it’s not about gigantic gestures, it’s about the little things, the small details, the shared words, the shared smiles, the shared silences. It’s about having a cup of tea with someone (it would be coffee in my case), then having a second and third one, and knowing that you could have three more and make them six, nine, twelve, fifteen, eighteen… and so on.