When we pulled up in front of the house, I couldn’t see much. There aren’t really any streetlights here and it was late in the evening, so my field of vision only extended to a few feet in front of me. Selena came out and guided us up the stairs to the front porch, which was lit up by several candles placed on a table in the center. I started to make out the details of the house, and was immediately impressed by how beautiful it was, even in the darkness of the night. Selena led us through two glass doors trimmed in wood into the dinning room. A long wooden table and a cabinet full of dishes filled the room. I gazed around at the simplicity, yet beauty of the house before me. It was primarily constructed of wood and everything seemed to have the special caring touch that only a woman can bestow upon her house. Selena’s fine china filled the inside of the dish cabinet, a vase full of flowers sat in the middle of the table, and coffee bags bearing the name “La Finca Santa Rosa” and “Villa Rica” lined the top of the wall that divided the dining room and the little kitchen area. Selena served us tea in little cups with saucers and spoons and brought out rolls of bread with little dishes of jam and butter. Everything in house reflected her delicacy and care.
I’ve now been at the finca for over a week. Every morning, I wake up to the sound of the birds chirping to each other in the trees and the dogs barking outside my door. Sunlight spills in through the window and I can sense that the finca is alive with activity. The obreros are already hard at work, Selena is up and moving about the house getting things ready for the day, Paty is in the kitchen preparing breakfast, abuela is out tending the garden, and Choque is checking the drying coffee. That’s when I decide its time for me to get up and get going for the day. I grab my camera and head out to take pictures of the trees and the coffee while sunlight isn’t too harsh. Some days I hike up to where the obreros are working and snap some pictures while they harvest the coffee, other days I stay around the house and gather pictures of the trees and the garden. The beauty of nature surrounds me and every photo is saturated with the green of the plants. After an hour or so, I head back to my room to drop off the camera and call Zeus, the dog, so that we can go running together up the hill. I’m not even sure if I can call it a run though… it’s more like me barely moving while Zeus runs in circles around me. Eventually, he gets tired of waiting for me and rushes head. I'm jealous of how easily his four legs glide over the rocky path. My knees knock against each other with every step I take. The only benefit I can find in running so slowly is that I can look out at the view before me. Coffee plants line either side of the rocky road and the pinos stretch high overhead. By the time Zeus and I run back to the house, we are both panting and sweating. I shower and eat breakfast, and then from there, each day takes on a new agenda. Sometimes I’m free to write and short through my pictures, other times we head into town to visit Selena’s friends or stop by a local café so that I can use the internet. Each day the finca shows me something new about the way that coffee is grown and harvested.