Coffee with a View

We ran out of coffee. That is not necessarily a bad  thing in the Caribbean, because opportunity for fresh, indigenous coffee abounds here. On this occasion, we were anchored in Falmouth Harbour and heard about a coffee roaster high in the hills that surrounded us. It was Sunday, so the “bus” ( actually a guy with a van who circles the area) was not running. The beanery, we were told, was at the top of the highest peak we could see. I suggested we hike it.
This  sounded like a good idea at the time, but less so  two hours in, about 700 feet up, the sun  high and scorching, no beanery in sight.  No sign of civilization. We were told the beanery roasts their beans every day, and that we would smell the aroma as we got close. We  kept our sweaty noses glued to the air, sniffing, hoping. .

Finally, a clearing, and there it was. Except that it was Sunday. No aroma. No roasting. No coffee. Locked door. I don’t drink it, but Joe does not do well without his morning joe, so I knew the walk down was to be cheerless. The consolation:  the view from the top.   

The next day, the bus was running, and back we went. The beans had been brought in from the plantation that morning and were still roasting so we waited. As we waited, boat chefs from the monster yachts poured in to procure their pre-ordered bags of coffee specially roasted to their owner’s taste. The beanery proprietor  gave us a private tour of the small facility.  Joe’s patience was  rewarded with coffee he  has been enjoying for days and will continue to do so as we head south for several weeks.

Toasting our persistence

The Beanery, all alone at the top of a mountain


January 15th, 2017