And so she returned to the forest to sit amongst the moss & stones, sharing her hot cocoa with the trees gathered around. She thought about the Cacao Tree whose home is in the South. And how the cacao seeds are so loved that they are flown in on the backs of birds all around the world. And how, like her, cacao is also an immigrant. Same with coffee and licorice, immigrants too. She wondered if some day she too would be embraced by Finlandia. Would she some day feel as cozy & familiar as hot chocolate in her new home? Not native, but embraced and integrated into the culture? ..