Café

On of the great mysteries of Central America is coffee. Along the coast and in the lowlands, in both Guatemala and Nicaragua, some of the best coffee in the world is grown. And yet, I have yet to find a decent cup of it anywhere down here! It seems that somehow, the coffee is exported or hidden away, roasted, ground, sold to Nestlé, converted to Nescafé, and only then sent back to Central America where restaurants and homeowners everywhere mix up a pot of hot water, toss in some delicious granules, and add enough sugar and milk to pretend thehir drinking something delcious.

Howard Schulz, if you´re reading this, one of your most loyal drinkers misses your green Mermaid a whole lot.

(Of course, I´m sure there´s potential for a giant tirade here about the negative consequences of globalization, the criminality of stealing resources from a resource rich country for resale in money rich countries, and much much more. But, right now, I just miss good coffee!)