While in Brazil, I developed quite the taste for coffee That country’s brew was dark and thick and strong and a little burnt-tasting; in a small cup, with generous sugar, Brazilian coffee was warm, tasty, and would wake me up and keep me going. Now, before I went to Brazil I didn’t have a particular tendency to drink coffee — I prefer tea — but, when I got home, I started wanting some all the time. For the past few weeks, I’ve been drinking coffee on and off, in the hopes of finding some that compares to what I drank in São Paulo and Rio. And today that caught up with me.
Today I feel awful. It’s not a tired feeling, it’s not a wired feeling, it’s not a flu or food poisioning or even overeating. It’s more like my whole body feels sour and acidic, like coffee is. I can feel it in my chest and my limbs and in every cell in my body. I feel contaminated.
In fact, what I really want to do is go for a run in the Arizona heat and work up a good sweat, then sit in a sauna for a while, then drink gallons of water, and repeat until the toxins are out. What I should do is give up caffeine for a week. But, since I’m nodding off, what I’m going to do is switch back to tea. I’ll wait for my next trip out of the country before I hit the coffee again.