So, upon going back to Costa Rica, we had people over for coffee.

Costa Ricans have coffee every day around three o'clock in the afternoon.

And we invited some friends over for coffee, and they came over to our house, and my parents

had bought fresh bread, and the bread was warm.

And they flipped out.

I mean, they were like, oh my god, the bread is warm, it's so good.

And then my mom had butter, and they were like butter.

And then we had sour cream, and they were like, na-di-ya-yo-s-mi-o.

And it was like the thing, right?

It was just this magical moment, because clearly, the expectations, it's not like we offered

them something that they couldn't afford or that they hadn't seen before.

It was that they just showed up for coffee.

You know, they weren't setting their expectations on the worst coffee ever,

but they also weren't expecting anything more than coffee.

And then when we offered them more than coffee, it was not only like, not only were my expectations not bread,

but also the gratitude around the additional aspect of bread.

And that, you know, that sets the tone.

I mean, that was my parents' one in that moment.

They're like, yeah, we're the best host ever, right?

And then they're stoked, they're getting bread.

And then the conversation after that is just so light.

And I noticed that, that whole summer, it was like every little thing that happened above the expected

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