The taxi drive to Ixtapan de la Sal from the capital was memorable. See, I had spent most of my life in upper middle class California. Private school. Summers splashing in my pool with my brother, sister, and friends. I didn’t know how good I had it.
Until that drive to Ixtapan. The 2 hour (?) drive was dotted with pueblos filled with the poorest people I had ever seen. Poor people in tiny villages and huge churches.
My quest is this: what is Honduras? I know it's a country with latitudes and longitudes... but what is it?
Honduras has a buried history (literally). The Spanish word "honduras" translates to "depths" in English.
When you drink this coffee, you are literally enjoying a beverage from the most exotic place on earth where the small farmer is rewarded by your purchase.