When you are in another country on another continent, everything that you do is bound to be more exciting just based on the latitude and longitude difference (that is, if you are driven by adventure factors as much as I am). But there are always those moments that stand out above the rest. Those moments will not be the same for every person and it is largely based on what your expectations are. I expected to experience something similar to all that I’ve learned about the green coffee and the process that it goes through to get to the point of export. What I did not expect was that the farmers roast their own coffee! Using a tin can looking contraption with a handle sticking out of it, I sat and turned the coffee over a fire for about 30 minutes. At which time, the smoke coming out of the tin can turned white and I began to hear the crackle of the beans roasting. It was so exciting! We took the tin can off the fire and emptied the now roasted coffee into the waiting sifting screen. The smoke and steam coming off the coffee smelled like heaven! Paulinho tossed and sifted the beans and put them into an old coffee can after they had cooled off.
After an hour or two of roasting coffee, we all sat around the table for a jovial dinner and a good laugh at me. Oh the adventures in language! I have trouble confusing avo’ (grandmother) and ovo (egg)…these two are not exactly interchangeable, as it turns out. We had a grand time. I drank freshly roasted coffee with breakfast this morning and I felt that I had checked something off my list of things to do in life (even though drinking fresh roasted coffee was a thought that I never fostered before last night). These are the moments in life that you savor. That you tuck in your pocket for a rainy day pick-me-up. I love it!