Every family has their own rituals, and while they may seem boring or plain while we still live at home, they often turn out to be the things we miss most after we moved out. At our place, it was “Teestunde”, probably best translated with “Tea time”. Every day when it got dark outside my mother would brew a pot of tea from tea leaves (not teabags, mind you!), light some candles and sit down with a book. And slowly, one after the other, me and my sisters would join…