The wayfaring stranger shows up at your door with dusty shoes and a tin mug: "Can you spare some coffee..?" "Where are you going?" "I won't know until I get there..." You fill up the mug with your most adventurous brew. One sip, and the spark in their eye returns. Down the road they go. Drink what's left of the pot, and in your mind, you can be right behind them. Happy trails.