Indeed, my very first experience with Mr Caffeine wasn't that glamorous. There in grandma's, I was innocently invited to try one cup of coffee she's made and, enchanted by the high levels of sugar in it, I asked for one extra cup, still pretending that that was nothing but a polite fling
After the second cup, though, I asked for more and more... this time, MEANING it, of course! That seemed so yummy and contradicted all the theories I've had in mind about that blessed drink being supposedly shitty and inevitably bitter
In the night, unconscious about the effect coffee would cause in my head, some strange urges of laughing and making mischieves tamed my weak mind all night long and, plus, I had a stomachache for about 1 week
This is how my love for Brazilian coffee has begun. That happened in December 2010