Costa Rica coffee is some of the most renowned in the world. I have never returned from a trip there without 1820 and Cafe Britt in my suitcase for somebody — I’ve even twice mailed it to strangers (aka online travel friends) who had a craving for it! Me? I don’t drink coffee. I have enough problems turning off my brain to sleep at night without adding caffeine to the mix. While I was living in Spain during college, I was in a (ten-year) “no red meat” phase, and during my year in Costa Rica, I didn’t drink coffee. Sigh. Well, during my recent trip, my friends (locals) drank enough coffee for me.
This cup of joe comes courtesy of Congo, at Pacifico, in my old stomping grounds of Coco.
It made me laugh, because while the drinker, Lisa, was sipping piping hot coffee in the heat of the tropics, was the idea that maybe this splash of limon on top made it “refreshing”?
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