(Urban) Jungle to (Jungle) Jungle

If New York City were in the tropics, all Starbucks would open onto hillsides filled with coffee, and patrons would … More

Pura Montaña

But back to the farm. After we’d toured the rows of coffee and the sugarcane planted above, Geraldo still felt … More

Sunday, I went to visit Maira’s family’s coffee/sugar farm the next “town” over. After walking down the mountain, halfway up … More

Last Sunday I hitched a ride and took two buses to a see the locals play a futbol game in … More

To ask someone to share stories of their life is a lot to ask, and it takes some semblance of … More

8 years ago, when I was 16, I left everything I knew in New Hampshire and went to live in … More

I’ve heard that the only places on earth unexplored by man lie deep under the ocean. I would argue that … More

Week one of my Latin American coffee odyssey: this is what it looks like on the ground. Sunday, I was … More

Humanity of Commodity: Working Project Rationale Everything has a story. No one of us, no moment of anyone’s life, fits … More