I cannot believe it! I am here in the land of chocolate and more chocolate (gives milk and honey a run for its money) and don’t even feel like eating the stuff. What a waste.
I could have used a chocolate lift yesterday when the computer shut down completely every ten minutes or so. It took an age to restart. Today I could have had a pedicure or learnt to pickle grapefruit in the time it took for a new page to load or even shut down, yet I remained strangely unmoved by the thought of the Good Brown as a way of making it all more pleasant.
And there’s so much of it, everywhere I look. So many brands. Such good quality. So inexpensive. A cornucopia of flavours and hues. Cacao in a myriad of proportions: 64%, 72%, (make of those what you will), 85%, 90% (the latter for the hard core, chocolate’s-not-about-sweetness-and-yes-I-do-sleep-on-a-bed-of-nails consumer). There is exquisite pleasure in the agony of indecision in the face of so many fine options.
And all that without even setting foot inside a Lindt store. I had imagined tasting my way through two or three chocolates per day, feeling for a while like a connoisseur as I created a ranking or at least a taste record. One can be thorough with such small items, in a way that hefty blocks preclude.
When I return home, will I think wistfully of my time here, regretting that I didn’t consider my future self and the taste memories I would like to have or will I be glad, in a robustly healthy way? Missed experiences are easy to regret but missed consumerism is less so.
I’ll see what unfolds. This is a time to go with the body’s desires. In the meantime, maybe I’ll start looking further afield. This is Switzerland after all – land of cheese and bakeries.