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Best Coffee Tour in Costa Rica is in Atenas at El Toledo Organic Coffee Finca

As with a lot of things, the best are close to home.

We wanted to take our Kentucky guests, Sally and Mary Kay on a tour of a coffee farm. (Wandering around our coffee plants next to the house didn’t qualify because we don’t process coffee, only grow it.)

In asking around “Long Tall” Sally, our friend who lives here too, said that the El Toledo Organic Coffee tour was the best. 

And it was only minutes from our house.

It only took a few phone calls and Gabriel had us booked to tour the farm and have lunch.

We met him at 10 a.m. and immediately started learning about growing and processing of organic coffee.

Why organic coffee?

That was a question he asked us early on. My response (which was not wrong) “because it’s the right thing to do.”

Har, when it doubt, be vague.

He was serious with his response:

Because of our health.

He said his father realized 14 years ago that all the chemicals he was inhaling was causing him health problems.  Five other neighbor fincas decided that they didn’t want to expose themselves or their families to the hazards of herbicides and pesticides any longer. They formed a tiny cooperative and started learning how to farm organic coffee.

Not because of the marketing, not because it was easier, not because they would make more money, but because … it was the right thing to do… for their health.

Since we were having lunch after the tour, Gabriel decided that the coffee tasting should happen first. He explained how they create light, regular and dark coffees and we sampled each.

Did I mention there were only six of us on the tour? Did I mention that Gabriel was very knowledgeable and patient?

We soon left the “Starbucks” of Atenas and started traipsing among coffee beans spread out on black plastic and on mesh screens drying in the blazing sun. This was organic coffee farming at the basic level. There was nothing “bulk” about the process here.

We soon found ourselves surrounded by coffee plants as Gabriel not only talked coffee, but local flora and fauna. He showed us trees and plants and butterflies and birds – and told us the names and why they were important to growing organic coffee. Everything interacted to produce better coffee without destroying the surrounding ecology. Even the horse shit baking in the sun was important.

Go here if you want to read more about organic coffee farming and processing.

I am impressed.

This tiny group of coffee farmers near Atenas, just down the road from the giant Coopeatenas, are raising a top quality coffee without ruining their health or the health of the ground.

I guess we will tour the giant Britt Coffee processing plant at some point in time, but we won’t learn any more about coffee and how it’s grown than we did from Gabriel.

I’m convinced that we need to prune our coffee plants back, let them recover and not bear fruit for a year, and then grow them without pesticides and herbicides.

Of course, my livelihood doesn’t depend on selling coffee.

I hope El Toledo and their neighbors do well. They deserve it.

 

Not a Boffo Day for Bufo Toads in Costa Rica


There are killer toads loose in Costa Rica. Unlike Pat and John, we had been alerted to the nasty critters and I prepared a special clubbing instrument.

Frances at the Lighthouse Animal Rescue had warned us of the “bufo” toads. It’s a misnomer to call a toad a “bufo” because that is the name of the class of toads.

(Note to self: class, toads, never use those two words together again. Toads have no class. Remember Terry the Toad from American Graffiti?)

John does a good job explaining why Gringo dog owners freak out at the sight of a toad. Go read the blog.

Except he forgot to mention the horrible death a dog suffers if it grabs a toad. The toad secretes poison and the dog will immediately go into seizures with certain death to follow unless action is take to dilute the poison and administer a shot of eppy.

Our toad was on the rancho last night when Nancy went to walk Sofi and Oliver (on leashes.) She spottedit and let out a yell. I grabbed my trusty walking stick and approached with caution.

Like John, my machetes (yes I have two brand new ones and one used one!) are coming in the container. Bud says he uses a five iron. Thanks Bud! My golf clubs are in the container too.

The toad was not anxious to escape. I didn’t take a big backswing because I didn’t know how it would react to my movement. So I did a shortened “Kill Bill” hee-ya move. That just stunned him for a moment, but that was all I needed. With a rapid succession of whacks I beat that sumbitch until his guts came out his mouth.

My foot measures 10 1/2″ – the toad would be longer if stretched out – including the guts coming out of his mouth.

There are now two less bufo toads in Costa Rica and my days of letting the dogs run free have ended. That damn toad scared the crap out of me.

Nancy said I should have seen the one that got away.

No thanks. But if I do, I want a machete or clubbing instrument of death.

A Day of Firsts – First Blood

Today, the beginning of my second week at Sedolsoder in Costa Rica was a day of firsts before midday.

The first first was the first planting in Nancy’s Friend’s Garden. Never having been much of a planting person (planting means we usually just inherited the previous homeowner’s flowers and then let them go to hell from neglect.

We have been told that anything grows anywhere in Costa Rica with little or no care. The proof is all around us – the untended fence posts are full grown trees. Farmers will stuff a tree limb in the ground and wrap some barbed wire around it. When left unattended, these limbs turn into trees.

I think I can grow things here.

Nancy had a fantastic idea – one that is certainly “old hat” to flower gardeners everywhere.  She wants a Friend’s Garden.  Every friend gets to choose a plant for the Friend’s Garden.  Cheryl, our first visitor, chose a lemon tree.  Frances, who is a new friend that lives here, chose oregano. “Because it should be something useful.”

The lemon tree went into the earth today. The oregano will be pot grown until our construction is completed.

The Friend’s Garden will be visible from our bedroom window.

Isn’t that a great idea?

The second first was the conquering of a fresh coconut.This also provided for the third first – first blood.

The coconut tree is near the Friend’s Garden. The nuts have been tormenting me since I arrived. Nancy was sure that when they are ripe, coconuts fall to the ground. I know from watching Survivor that one must go get them.

The first blood was the result of an out of control shovel. Having little experience with garden implements when using them to knock coconuts out of trees, the I took a mighty swing and missed – the coconut – but hit my leg.

Owie.

The coconut I grounded after a few more swings was too young. It was full of pipa (coconut water) but no meat. As with most things, it was a booger to get to the water. Luckily, the borrowed shovel was a handy tool for peeling the coconut. And from sheer dumb luck I knocked a hole in the coconut to get to the pipa. I’m not impressed. It’s just water.

But I’m told it is a helluva laxative. Let’s hope this day doesn’t have a fourth first: the Sedolsoder Squirts.

Loving Our New House In Costa Rica


I love our new house in Costa Rica.
We haven’t lived here long enough to make it home yet, but it won’t be long.
So far, here’s what I love about our new house in Costa Rica:

  • The countryside, living in the country, living where the farmers live. I never thought I would find myself living on a gravel road, let alone in Costa Rica. In Allen, Michigan, there were gravel roads all around us, but we lived on U.S. 12, formerly a major highway between Detroit and Chicago. It still had plenty of truck traffic. Visitors would remark on how difficult it was to sleep with the windows open (no a/c) because of the truck noise. We lived at the edge of town so the trucks were either upshifting or downshifting as they passed our house. At our new house in Guacimos de Atenas there are no trucks. Only an occassional bus, car or motorbike and then only until dark.
  • Bruce and Frances Jones. Everybody who moves to a new country should have a Bruce and Frances! They would be the first to tell you they don’t know everything about Costa Rica, and they don’t pretend too. But they sure know a lot. They have lived here long enough to know people and places. They are our mentors. Could we have done it without them? Yes, but it would have been so much more difficult. We can never repay them, but we will try. At least, we will try to “pay it forward.” There have been others, but Bruce and Frances were the first gringos we met.
  • Sunrises. I haven’t seen a sunrise (other than on vacation) for years. It was a struggle to roll out of bed at 7 a.m. to head to work. Now I am awake at 5:30 and watch the sunrise out our bedroom window at 6:00 am and I’m ready for a new day.
  • The animals. Aside from the cows and horses and chickens, I love the parrots in the tree beside the pool, the monkeys in the trees just down the hill, the huge variety of birds and their calls, the butterflies.
  • People. So far, we have yet to run into anyone that wants to make our life more difficult. Everyone wants to make our life more pleasant. From the grocery clerk, the hardware store guy, the butcher…
  • The house itself. It is small, very small. Half what we had before. But since we only truly lived in half of that house, our house in Costa Rica will be fine – until we expand. :-) – which will be very soon. We will be adding a master bedroom, changing the guest room into a media room, carport with bodega, and of course, dog fence. A general contractor came within hours of me leaving him voice mail and will have the estimate “soon.”

I have adapted the “tranquilo” life easily. It doesn’t HAVE to get done right now, it will be OK if it gets done later. Internet for example, for a guy that has lived and died by the web, I’m OK that our innerwebs is unavailable here at home. If we need it bad enough, I can drive into town “sometime” and access somebody’s wireless.
Enough sappiness. Here’s the crapola about living in Costa Rica – so far.

  • No friggin’ internet. OK, I gotta take some responsibility – let’s say somewhere in the range of 100% responsibility. When we looked at the house, the guy was using a computer on the internet. Access had been so ubiquitous via wireless or cable that I didn’t give it a thought. Turns out he was using a WiMAX card, which is 512 bps (or something) which is OK for email, but not much else. So we are looking for suitable alternatives.
  • Outrageous car prices. We ended up paying $11,500 USD cash for a 1999 Mitsubishi Montero Sport XL Limited. There are very high duties on cars (to offset low property taxes) so every car is ridiculously priced (compared to the U.S.)

Aside: I’m trying to avoid comparing prices to the U.S. because we. don’t. live. there. anymore. :-)

  • Paperwork. Jeez they love the paperwork in Costa Rica. We paid for the car yesterday (Wednesday), but can’t take delivery until Monday at the earliest because of all the paperwork. After 2 hours with a lawyer to do the deal, the used car guy will call us when we can pick up the car.

I love my new house in Costa Rica. Is there crapola? Claro! There is crapola where-ever you live.
But, it won’t be long before our new house in Costa Rica will be our new HOME.
I love my new house in Costa Rica.

Moving to Costa Rica Milestones & Robin

Moving to Costa Rica is just full of milestones. Today there were two:

  • the shipper made contact to confirm that the driver will be a Haus de Bow-Wow at 7 a.m. on June 28. Which is what our Costa Rica shipper told us.
  • Bin/box number 400 was packed today. It was my Costa Rica rocking chair which we purchased on our first house-hunting trip. Wasn’t purely planned that way, but when I got close to that number I figured it was time for the chair to prepare for the second half of the round-trip.

As I sat in the backyard eating lunch, Sedona and Derby were with me… they aren’t far away now that their pals are in Costa Rica. There was a mama Robin and a baby getting food. The baby was in the hoppy stage with limited flight capabilities. It wasn’t long before Sedona noticed and took off after the baby. The lil Robin Red Breast flew to safety about six feet above Sedona’s head. Mama did her thing and divebombed Sedona and lured her away so her baby could be safe.

I love the yin/yang of nature. I think I’m gonna like it in Costa Rica – can’t wait to see Sedona interact with a Toucan! or Laughing Falcon aka/ Orgasm Bird.

My friend Jeremy gave me some excellent tips on off-the-beaten path sites that he found during his 2 week vacation in CR. He says he could see himself retiring there someday.

He’s a hipster raconteur. I can’t wait to meet him on top of volcano. It will be EPIC. (Jeremy teaches me hipster chat.)

More milestones coming up. Nancy is car shopping today. Phone company should get phone and internet hooked up “soon.”