At brunch the other day my stepmother asked me how old you have to be to get your first machete. I just laughed, because my four-year-old neighbor can regularly be found chopping down all the sugar cane in front of his house. Machetes there are ubiquitous—women use them to cut kindling to start the… Continue reading How old do you have to be to get your first machete?
The first coffee harvest of the season has just begun in the area I stayed in so I thought this would be a good time to talk about where coffee comes from. Before meeting my partner I had little idea of where coffee came from. Of course I had some vague idea that it is… Continue reading Where your coffee comes from
The area I lived in can’t really even be called a village, at least not in the sense that it was anything we would generally recognize as a village. It is a community made up of many small houses with large families living more or less close together. From the road (more about that in… Continue reading Where I lived in Honduras