purp

Yesterday M'lissa was describing that feeling you get when you want to ask a question in grade school but suddenly your face flushes roses and knots appear in the fabric of your stomach and your hand remains in your lap, your question unanswered. Some refer to this simply as butterflies, others define it as anxiety. It shows up with sweet memories and uncomfortable situations. You know this feeling.

There is a someone in my life that gives me this feeling. There is a place that, when I think of moving there, gives me this feeling. And then last night there was a sense of purpose that gave me this feeling.

Meeting the owners of Finca El Puente at the Counter Culture Training Center last night was amazing. Hearing their stories of how they came into coffee, growing what is commonly known as the "Purple Princess," and their genuine love for what they do was nothing short of inspiring. So humble, so charming. And as a woman running the entire farm, Marysabel Caballero must give that "somethin' special" to her coffee.



meet me in marcala, honduras next december.