Dubois, WY
*Reposted from the original coffee blog: Expedition Cafelier*
When I think of Guatemala, I picture rolling green hills of vegetation. Colorful flowers, rich soil being tilled and beautiful clothing that has been carefully crafted. I think of natural disaster, the endurance those who live there must have. When I think of Guatemala, I picture everything their soil has witnessed, everything it has been through and how generations worth of history has been captured within. The essence of the land soaks into the dirt and in turn nourishes the plants it bears.
Coming back from my thoughts, I slowly took in the cabin-like coffee shop around me. Beautiful wood tables hung off the walls with matching stools. Wide windows opened to the country streets and the locals who fought the odds to live here. Canvases with coffee cups and quirky quotes painted on them hung over the walls.
Raising the cup that had been stamped with a bird perched on top of a mug, to my lips it all pulled together. The spicy scent ventured up, pulling me back towards Guatemala. As I took a swallow, my mind filled with the Guatemalan flowers and the spices that elaborate their food. The coffee tasted like the soil it came out of; capturing the culture that so carefully planted, tended to and eventually harvested the beans. One swallow and Guatemala was brought back to you in the middle of Wyoming.
As I left, I passed by the older local ladies who were headed towards the door. Stepping into the dust, I knew without looking, that they were clasping the same horseshoe door handle I had to find their own paradise inside.
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