Today I ate breakfast and shopped for cool tours, activities and a new hotel in Montenegro. A kid rode up on a bike and quoted a decent price for a hotel with a pool and jacuzzi.
He took me to the town drugstore where the head pharmacist (apparently the owner) was. Don Gustavo explained that he has a finca, San Isidro, just out of town where you get your own little house with t.v., jacuzzi and pool. Keep talking, keep talking. There are cows, goats, dogs, chickens, guinea pigs, turkeys...life on a farm but far more luxurious than any of the places I´ve stayed thus far. So I bit. He drove me all over the area, to the Parque del Cafe, past all the really expensive fincas, everything. At the finca lives a family of 4, mom, dad, and 2 daughters. They safeguard the house, work with the animals and take care of the guests. AH! I totally forgot! And the coffee! There are 4 or 5 workers who pick the coffee beans on the acres and acres of land. They carry it in on their backs to the finca where its processed.
First, they weigh in all that the workers bring in. Day one, 5 men brought in just over 500 kilos of coffee beans. No joke. Then they dump it in a big vat of water to ferment for several days. Then it goes in a wide box to dry in the sun. After they, they cook it in a kiln. The beans are wrapped in a skin on the plant--they look like cherries. There´s also a yellow variety. When peeled, they´re beige like a potato. Once fully fermented it turns brown outside. It all smells great! And the señora serves the house coffee 4 sometimes 5 times a day. Have I mentioned that I love coffee?!
He took me to the town drugstore where the head pharmacist (apparently the owner) was. Don Gustavo explained that he has a finca, San Isidro, just out of town where you get your own little house with t.v., jacuzzi and pool. Keep talking, keep talking. There are cows, goats, dogs, chickens, guinea pigs, turkeys...life on a farm but far more luxurious than any of the places I´ve stayed thus far. So I bit. He drove me all over the area, to the Parque del Cafe, past all the really expensive fincas, everything. At the finca lives a family of 4, mom, dad, and 2 daughters. They safeguard the house, work with the animals and take care of the guests. AH! I totally forgot! And the coffee! There are 4 or 5 workers who pick the coffee beans on the acres and acres of land. They carry it in on their backs to the finca where its processed. 
First, they weigh in all that the workers bring in. Day one, 5 men brought in just over 500 kilos of coffee beans. No joke. Then they dump it in a big vat of water to ferment for several days. Then it goes in a wide box to dry in the sun. After they, they cook it in a kiln. The beans are wrapped in a skin on the plant--they look like cherries. There´s also a yellow variety. When peeled, they´re beige like a potato. Once fully fermented it turns brown outside. It all smells great! And the señora serves the house coffee 4 sometimes 5 times a day. Have I mentioned that I love coffee?!
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