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I’m not a big fan of rum. Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you — I’m a tequila kind of girl. Patron, specifically — because I’m old enough to know you just don’t drink bad booze.

But — this week — I drank Real Rum. In the place it was born and I have become a believer! Because with rum — as with tequila — it’s all about The Real Deal.

I fell in love with some of best rum on the planet last week. Mixed with some of the best, freshest fruit grown right there. Mangos and bananas. Pineapples and coconuts.

The most unique experience I had was drinking coconut milk out of a fresh coconut to make room for the rum. Then drinking the coconut milk/rum concoction to make room for ice. Then — being handed my ‘finished’ drink. By the time I was actually holding the drink I had probably consumed a good solid three shots of rum — in just a few short minutes. And I still had a full coconut of rum/coconut milk/ice to deal with!

At a tiny beach side bar in Barbados I had the best banana colada imaginable. Made with Mount Gay Silver Eclipse Rum — you can bet I’ll be searching for some stateside. It was superb.

What’s the moral to Ann’s Rum Story you might ask?

Growth. Transition. Conversion. Even the thing we are most sure about ourselves — like a distaste for rum — might be up for debate under the right circumstances. If we allow ourselves the opportunity to experience life.

All the wonderful flavors of life. With coconuts. And bananas. And really, really kick ass rum.

Namaste.

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