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My mother, who is 85, has never been on a cruise.  Dad wasn't really into that kind of vacation.  We've been on just one cruise, and it was okay.  We took the kids.  My favorite part was walking circles on the outer deck.  Fresh air and water for as far as you could see.  My least favorite part was the ports.  There just isn't enough time spent ashore to get a sense of place. So when she asked us to go on a week cruise over election day, we said sure.  She didn't care where--just so long as it wasn't here.  We didn't sign up for the Internet package, so it'll be a good chance for us all to unplug for a week that promises to be otherwise stressful.  Hope things work out while we're gone.

Cafe La Quinta Mary: San Sabastian del Oeste

I've visited coffee plantations on previous travels to Costa Rica and Jamaica but never previously in Mexico.  Mexican coffee, particularly from the Chiapas region, has always held a special place in my heart.  When coffee was just a hobby for me, I had an internet friend from Alaska who would go to Chiapas each year and bring back coffee beans from area farmers, which he would then roast in his Alaskan pizza oven setup.  He mailed me five pounds of these raw beans. It was some of the best coffee that I've ever tried.

When I roasted professionally, I kept Mexican coffee beans in stock for two reasons.  One, I loved the flavor profile.  Two, it was the least expensive high-quality arabica coffee that I could find--often less than $2/lb for green in 152 lb bags.   I sold two different roasts:  a lightly roasted-bean that was marketed as Mexican Altura and an dark-oily bean that was marketed as French Roast (known internally as BBB for badly burn beans).  

The coffee plantation that we visited in the San Sabastian area was quite basic.  Here, an employee is grinding the coffee beans with a belt-driven grinder.


The owner is selling roasted coffee to us gringo tourists. His family has been growing coffee here for five generations.


As soon as the line died down, I asked him if he could sell me a kilo of green (raw) coffee beans.  He nodded and then disappeared for a long time in the back.  The price was half the price of roasted--a reasonable deal.  

When I went to roast the coffee back home, the preparation was not as clean as what I'm used to.  There were small amounts of debris mixed in with the green beans.  However, the lightly roasted coffee was delicious. 


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