Direct from the mountains of Honduras, the best coffee comes delivered in an inconspicuous brown package carefully wrapped with Masking tape.
For all you gringo readers (myself included), the message written on the tape, “Para Comadre Juanita De Catalina,” loosely translates to “For Godmother/good friend Juanita from Catalina.”
In case you were wondering: Juanita is Ciji’s mother. Ciji is my girlfriend. That’s why I have Juanita’s coffee.