I almost didn’t go
I almost didn’t go on this trip. I found information that suggested it wasn’t safe.
I almost didn’t go to this lodge in the mountains. It sounded like an insurmountable amount of travel.
I almost didn’t make it to the bottom of the trail I was on. I said it has been good enough as it is and I can turn back.
But I was curious if there was a cup of coffee to be found anywhere here.
A sound was calling me deeper. I later found out it is the howler monkey.
I see a shack and ask the men if they sell any coffee. No but there is a plantation three minutes away.
I walk up a trail and after 5-10 minutes I turn back to get clarification.
This time I make it more clear: I will offer you money if you take me to the plantation.
Progress.
I am sitting with a family that farms and processes coffee by hand all day long.
For his entire life this is what Carlos has been doing.
You can go on coffee tours that people organize for you, or you can wander into the jungle and find these people yourself.
Where did you almost not go? What are the ideas you never acted on?
The less you talk about your plans the better chances you will follow through with them.
Get just enough information to be dangerous and then run with it.
I told them I am here because I love coffee.
For $5 they offer me one kilogram of beans. Una más give me one more.
If I said una más one more time I would not be true to my word, that I want these beans out of my love for the drink.
Back to the city soon to see how we can roast them to perfection.