For some reason, my mouth and throat have been unusually dry for the past week. Unlike the weather. Don’t know if it’s still raining in Colombia, but they’ve had torrential rain across the entire country for the last couple of months. A good time not to be there. Lot’s of landslides and not good for cycling. But right now, that’s where I’m headed (GV in tow) as this post is written on board Avianca’s direct flight from JFK to Medellin. I’m betting the weather is changing for the better. Even though I’ll be working, getting back into the saddle would be an extra nice accomplishment.
We were booked through Bogota but at the airport they switched us over to the direct flight–a more costly option when the flights were booked, so it worked out nicely when we were offered this route without upcharge. Fortunately, we left behind the evidence of many people who had camped at terminal four and were still there sleeping on the floor. A two hour wait to take off due to limited runways was a small price.
Anyway, I’m getting off track. New York was also a wet mess. But my throat hasn’t been. It gets so dry it almost feels like sandpaper. Carrying a bottle of water is a must. Never been parched like this.
What is strange, as I’m heading toward eating more and more solid foods, is the need to have the food moist. For example, it’s just about impossible to eat nuts or bread alone. Any kind of bread needs to be soaked in something. For that reason the cornbread we had last week worked great with the thick 99% (hot) chocolate GV made. It was easy to spoon the cornbread into the chocolate. After a quick soaking, the cornbread lent itself to an easy chew and swallow.
Maybe it’s just my screwy frame of reference, but certain foods don’t lend themselves to be soaked. For example, if one was going to eat a ham and cheese sandwich, not sure what liquid you might combine it with during the chew. However, as I was in line this morning for a Pete’s coffee prior to the flight, the guy in front of me starting eating a ham and cheese on a hero roll. In his other hand was a large diet coke. After every bite of the sandwich, he chewed three or four times, held the food still, then took a pull on the soda, then proceeding to finish chewing what was in hit mouth. I’m sure we’ve all seen people do this but it never stopped amazing me. Why, I always thought, would anyone want to stop chewing to add a drink, usually soda based, to the food. I mean this guy did this for each and every bite until he finished (the line was forever).
It just may be that many people have dry mouths and need the help of a soda or juice (usually not water) to help masticate and swallow food. I just never understood it. But back at the gate, as the coffee cooled down, there I was with the cornbread that I had brought with me doing the exact same thing. Bit of cornbread, sip of coffee, then chew. There was no other way for me to get this lovely organic baked concoction down. For some reason, corn bread and coffee seemed to go together much better than meat/lettuce and soda. I could be wrong but I won’t be doing any lab tests.
Point is, having a bottle of water at my side is paramount recently. If this replaced my rinse kit containing magic mouthwash, saline solution and spit cup, then this is a treasured nugget.
Given the recent need for h2o, and the fact that I always drink the tap water in Medellin, I ran out and purchased a Brita pitcher and filter after seeing the residue in my sister Mary’s water. Not sure the stuff cant hurt you over time. Guess I’ll see in a couple of hours if the pack job of the of checked luggage protected it from breaking.