3 shorts and sweet flashback concerning last post:
1- while we were ascending the volcano, we were also facing the strongest winds. Strong enough to move our little group in big waves
2- the macchiatto (o cortado come se llama aqui) tasted had the strongest notes of vanilla I have ever tasted. I think the fact that it was a single origin (and not a blend) has something to do with it.
3- the guy whom we met randomly and drove us around for hours in search of coffee farms had a name: Dario. He was more then kind, more then generous with his time, knowlege and friendship. It is those people and encounters that contribute to make our trip real and genuine.