Category: Jardin

  • Coffee trees, mud, and a tuk tuk

    Coffee trees, mud, and a tuk tuk

    When I started working for Starbucks in 1999 I didn’t even like coffee. But, now all these years later I love drinking it, and have always wanted to see how it grows up close.

    But not at 9:00am!

    Although I didn’t want it enough to sign up for an early morning tour. Let’s not be crazy. Instead we called around the many nearby farms until one agreed to do a last minute tour at a reasonable hour.

    Fanny and Mario own Finca Milena where they grow coffee, bananas and run a hotel.

    Fanny arranged a tuk tuk to take us to their farm.

    Take this up a mountain on an unpaved road? Um…ok.

    It was a bit scary to be riding up a mountain in what was basically a golf cart.

    At least this is the scariest part.

    Unfortunately the tuk tuk couldn’t make it up the last steep part of the road to the farm. And, well, neither could I. Mario, the farm owner met us and watched as Jeff pulled me up the road

    Good thing that walk to the house is over. That was the hardest part.

    Once I caught my breath and unclenched my hand from Jeff’s arm, I was able to take in the beauty of the mountains and see the town of Jardin below.

    They gave us hats which I think is for the sun or just for photos since it was cloudy.

    This isn’t really my color do you have any hats is gray?

    When they passed out knee high rain boots I got a bit nervous but thought this must also be for photos.

    Five month old coffee baby tree.

    Mario explained that coffee trees take two years before producing coffee, then are good for five years, then need to be replaced with new trees.

    Jeff asked a bunch of questions. We looked out at the valley saw some coffee trees in the distance and I thought great excellent tour. Now let’s sit down and drink coffee.

    Dude, why do many questions?

    But no, we started out on a very steep, muddy hike. I have no photos of the hike since it took all three of them to get me up to the trees.

    The coffee plants were interspersed with banana trees. Mario explained that growing bananas took less labor to harvest.

    The bags around the fruit are to keep insects off. The blue color is just because that’s how they come.

    I should have wrapped myself in a blue bag. I got really bitten up.

    Mario showed us a plant that still had a coffee flower and some green unripe cherries.

    Since it was still three months to harvest time (October through December) there weren’t any red coffee cherries to pick.

    Oh well, good tour lets go drink coffee.

    Turns out there weren’t any here. But, up the mountain and across a bridge made up of a piece of wood there were some.

    Oh crap

    Jeff and Mario pulled me up each step and then Jeff walked backwards on the wooden plank brigde while holding my hands. And finally there were plants with ripe beans. We got to work.

    This tastes like an unripe coffee cherry.
    I like unripe coffee cherries.
    I’m so good at this. I’ve already picked one.
    If I hide behind this tree I won’t have to help Sheryl down the mountain.
    Sheryl: Look at all the cherries I picked.
    Mario: She picked three. I picked the rest.

    I have no idea how they got me back down but I miraculous arrived back at the farm intact.

    Guess these weren’t just for fashion.
    This either sorted or washed the berry part from the bean.

    Mario showed us how they processed the beans from sorting, to washing, to fermenting.

    I made it back in one piece.

    And then we got to taste coffee. This was coffee the had come from their farm and roasted in town.

    Sheryl: That was fun.
    Jeff: My arms hurt from pulling her up a mountain.
    Mario: We should have charged more for the tour
    Jeff: Sheryl needs more photos for her blog. Can we go back up there? Mario: I’m out of here.

    When the tuk tuk came to take us back to town Fanny helped me back down the steep road.

    Hiking up to the trees was hard and scary but so worth it. I am so glad I got to see first hand what goes into making the coffee I drink each morning. Mario, Jeff, Fanny and our guide (I forgot his name) made it possible for me to experience it. Without them I wouldn’t have even made it up the road to the farm.

  • Jardin: Hats, horses, doors and a cable car

    Jardin: Hats, horses, doors and a cable car

    Jardin is known as the most beautiful town in Colombia and the town lives up to its marketing.

    The mountains were stunning, the people were nice and all the men wore hats which I loved seeing.

    And then there were the doors. I could have taken 1,000 photos of doors. I tried to restrain myself since these were houses. I tried to only photograph businesses or at least homes with no open curtains or doors.

    Anybody home? I’m not casing your house, just like your door.

    Our Air BNB was beautiful but a bit loud. They seemed to be training horses to River Dance on our street.

    Again but this time stompier.

    This priest rang his bell a bunch.

    Hey guys, in case you didn’t hear the church bells, it’s time to pray.

    And of course the fruit vendor.

    Wake up! It’s 6am time to buy bananas.

    Jadin is close to the equator but at 5,000 feet much cooler than Panama City.

    What’s wrong with the air? Oh right this is what under 89 degrees feels like.

    Everything was so colorful from the doors to the buses to the chairs on the square.

    After looking around the town we needed to see the town from above so took a funicular.

    I’ll just do the hooky pokey before getting in.
    Sheryl: This is totally safe right? Jeff: Um, just sit very still.
    Translation: please don’t make abrupt movements or sway.

    We made it to the top and the view was amazing. We walked around a bit, had some beer and rode back down.

    Forget it. If I can’t sway in the cable car I’ll just walk down.

  • Medellin, for about ten minutes.

    Medellin, for about ten minutes.

    We spent our first night in a hotel and went out for a great dinner. I have no photos because I got over hungry and was hangry.

    The view from our hotel the next morning was stunning. Our included breakfast included some Colombian specialties.

    Hot chocolate for breakfast. Yum.
    Bunuelos are good but not quite a doughtnut. More like cornbread.

    After breakfast we did a quick walk before packing up and leaving town.

    We rushed to catch a bus to Jardin the small town we were spending mid week in since it gets crowded in the weekends.

    Sheryl: I just love leaving my hair curly. So quick and easy. Jeff: We can take a later bus if you need time to work on your hair.

    Our bus trip was three hours on a tourist bus. We were a bit frazzled from the traveling the day before. But no problem we’ve done bus rides before.

    Sheryl: We are cool! Jeff: We are adventurous.

    The bus ride was fine. But by hour three we were feeling our age.

    Jeff: My back hurts.
    Sheryl: My self esteem hurts.

    The stop for the bathroom was 3 1/2 hours into the ride probably the longest I’ve gone without peeing in a decade. It cost 500 pesos which is the equivalent of eleven US cents.

    Best 500 pesos I’ve ever spent.

    Jeff was delaying getting back on the bus.

    There’s got to be an airport around here somewhere.

    But then 4 1/2 hours later at arrived in Jardin and it was worth the trip.