Friday, July 29, 2016

Colombia 2016: Coffee plantation


We aren't coffee drinkers, but Colombia is known around the world for it's coffee so we went to a plantation to see how it's made.  Salento, the town we visited, was in the middle of the Zona Cafetera (coffee zone) so we had a few different places to choose from.  We took a bumpy 20 minute jeep ride to El Ocaso.  It's kind of surprising they're able to transport materials around the country, as the roads are narrow, unpaved, and windy.  [Being a supply chain major, it was kind of fun to see production at the starting point, knowing that most Americans only see what they get at Starbucks.  It tied in with some of the research I did on fair wages, working conditions, and quality control.]

We learned a lot.... and I forgot a lot already in the last few weeks.  But from what I remember, here are the steps of coffee production.


Step 1. plant seed in small black bags. Coffee beans are planted in these small black bags.  (On the right, you can see a worker out taking care of a section of the plants).  Then they're transfered to riverbed sand.  I don't remember how long they're in this stage... maybe a few weeks?


Step 2. transfer plantlings to the ground.  The plants won't produce fruit for another 3-4 years.  They have plants all around the plantation that are in various stages of life.  I don't remember the details, but they produce for something like 10 years, and then have to be cut back for a couple of seasons, and then they'll produce another 10 (?) years.


Step 3. berries turn from green to red and are ready to pick.  Colombia has two harvests per year and everything is picked by hand, ensuring higher quality beans.



We got to be coffee pickers for about 15 minutes, and wore these baskets around our waists like the actual pickers do.  They're paid by the amount they pick, and that means Hyrum and I would be poor if this were our profession.  I think we ended up with 12 berries between the two of us.  Some others in our group did much better.  From what the tour guide said, usually just red berries are picked, but occasionally they'll pick some green and just separate them as they go.  The green leads to lower-quality coffee.  Other countries (like Brazil) pick their berries with a machine, which leads to lower quality beans and debris sometimes mixed in.  Colombia's method might not be the fastest (or cheapest) but they've been able to build up a reputation for high quality coffee.



Step 4. bean is separated from the surrounding skin/fruit (like the pit from a cherry).  Each red berry contains two beans.  This machine is the old-school way or separating them, but they obviously have bigger industrial machines now.

Step 5. sift and dry beans.  This is where any debris gets separated out, as well as some imperfect or broken beans.  Then they're laid out to dry in big racks.  (The process we were shown is the most common, but there are other methods as well, like drying the fruit before the beans are separated.  Not knowing much about coffee, I haven't got a clue about the resulting different flavors.)  Beans are sorted one more time by hand, to pick out the bad stuff.  No coffee beans are actually thrown away, they're just separated into first class and second class coffee.  That classification affects their market value.  At this stage, they're sold in 40 kg bags.


Step 6: roast beans.  The plantation also processes and locally sells some of the coffee under it's own brand. They showed us the basic way of roasting the beans... but to get more even distribution of heat they now do it in large ovens.  That way none of the beans end up black. And they can control the level of roasting (light, medium, dark).


Step 7. grind beans.  Along with having varying degrees of roasting, there are varying degrees of grinding: course, medium, or fine.  I didn't know before that Italians use espresso machines, and therefore mostly just buy finely ground coffee.  We ground the beans in that machine below (right) but it's obviously done with machines now.  Then the coffee was put in those filters, with hot water poured on top.


Step 8: enjoy your coffee... or don't.


A few other notes about Colombian coffee and our experience:

There are two main types of coffee plants, Arabica and Robusta.  Colombia primarily produces Arabica, considered higher quality/sweeter.  There was a disease that hit Colombian plantations in the 70's that wiped out most of the crop.  It's effects were felt for the whole decade, since the plants take so long to get to maturity.  After that, they developed a new hybrid plant that would be resistant to the disease.

Below you can see the two types of coffee side by side, with the taller Robusta plant on the left.  They joked that Colombians don't harvest that plant because they're not tall enough to reach the top.  (Whereas arabica plants are about waist-high.)  They also showed us these ladders that workers use to reach the tops of plants, including robusta.


Coffee isn't the only thing they cultivate on the plantation.  We were surprised to find ourselves in the middle of a lush garden.  There were banana trees, citrus trees, flowers, berries.  The explanation is that it's good for the soil, and the taller plants provide good shade, which prevents the coffee plants from working so hard to stay cool.  I assume they sell that stuff locally.



A lot of Colombian coffee is produced on small plantations, but it's highly regulated.  (Including how much 'other' stuff they have to grow, worker wages, pesticides, etc.)  The Colombian Coffee Federation has controlled the market there for over 60 years.  Their spokesman/mascot is Juan Valdez, who isn't a real person but is the face of Colombian Coffee.

Colombia used to export all of it's first-class coffee, leaving Colombians with second-class coffee.  They realized that was ridiculous, so they changed to 70% exported 30 % domestic.  Colombia doesn't export any of it's second-class coffee--it's all consumed domestically.  So while delicious coffee is available in Colombia, it's not that common.

We were there during lunch time, and I thought it was interesting how all the workers gathered to the kitchen to eat soup and who knows what else.  (Lunch is a pretty big meal in Colombia.)

 Everything in the production process is used, in one way or another.  They've done all possible to eliminate waste.  Below is a big pile of the "cherry" skin, after it's separated from the bean.  They put it in the compost pile to fertilize the soil.  (Also, that's Hyrum eating a little fruit called guayaba that has tiny worms inside. You just eat them, and apparently it's good for you.  They were falling off trees where we were walking, so he stuck a few in his pockets. Every time we visit Colombia I'm surprised by how many fruits exist that I've never heard of.)




I probably won't remember any of this in months/years down the road, but we had fun exploring one of Colombia's biggest sources of pride, and seeing the beautiful area where they produce coffee.  And while we don't drink coffee, the tour made me really want to visit a cacao plantation.  I do love chocolate...



Day to Day 3

July 7
Yesterday we got hit by a crazy storm.  I knew I needed to get out of the house with the kids, so we set out for a play area 30 minutes north of our house.  Right before the freeway exit, I saw a warning sign that said, "Hail storm ahead, expect delays."  Immediately, my car started getting pummeled by hail.  I parked the car at the play place, and sat stunned, hoping my windshield didn't break.  I've never seen so much hail, and coming down so hard.  Instead of trying to wait it out, I decided to out run it by heading back south, where there were clear skies.  Within 10 minutes of driving home, the weather cleared.  I turned on the radio to see what was going on, and the center of the storm was at the exit I took.  Then they interrupted regular programming to give a tornado warning.  Back at home, it was sunny, again.  This is July, right?


Today we got a Blendtec!  For the last year or two, I've had a nicer blender on my short list of things to invest in.  I had an idea of what a good deal would be, and planned to get one for Christmas this coming year.  But, Amazon had them on sale for even cheaper than I'd hoped to find one.  So I clicked, "Add to cart" and haven't had buyers remorse so far.  So Merry Christmas to me, in July.  It will probably take quite some time to figure out all that it can do.  (My last blender was driving me crazy--even making smoothies I had to shake it back and forth.)

Also, this morning I wanted to get out of the house, so we went to a playground downtown.  When I showed up, around 9 am, there was a big crowd with rows of vendors.  I asked someone in the parking lot what was going on: Colorado Springs Pride Fest.  What luck.  So we braved it anyway at the playground for a while before heading home.

It makes me laugh how differently these shorts fit the girls.  Same size.  Different thighs.

July 10
Worst Sunday morning.  Ever.  At least that I recollect.

It's hard enough on a normal day to entertain the kids all morning, but take away the TV and the playground and Target, and it's a struggle.  Thank goodness for videos on the Mormon Channel, but those get old after a while.  (Or at least that's the opinion Tiago expresses.)

After listening to the girls whine for the three hours they were awake, I put them in their cribs for an early nap.  Usually they fall asleep at 11 am, but today they screamed in their cribs from 10:30 until 12.  I tried giving them a bottle to make them fall asleep, but instead they dumped the milk all over their cribs.  I eventually got Siena up because she was driving me crazy with all her yelling; then I closed myself in my room so no one could disturb me.  Of all days to skip naps, Sunday isn't the best.

Tonight I made them go to bed at 5:45 pm.  Early, but necessary.  And Tiago fell asleep downstairs while I was upstairs with the girls.  And then I think I heard a choir of angels singing...



July 27
Hyrum has been home the last few days, after being gone a few weeks.  On the one hand, I'm still home alone with the kids from when they wake up, until bedtime.  But on the other hand, he's here to put them in bed!  And on the weekend!  I stayed in bed til 8 am on Saturday and Sunday.  I woke up much earlier, but heard the kids yelling and crying downstairs and decided to drag out the luxury a bit longer.

I feel like I'm running out of things to do during the day.  It's too hot to go walking or to the park, unless it's done before 9:30 in the morning.  There's the library, Target, and an indoor play area... but some evenings I think, "What are we going to do tomorrow??"  When we hang around the house too long, Mila and Siena start whining and crawling all over me and vying for my attention.

Lately, Tiago likes playing with playdough.  He'll entertain himself for about an hour, which is a bit unheard of.  He finally is big enough to ride his balance bike, although he can't figure out the balance part.

And my accomplishment around the house today was cleaning the toilets.  *pat on the back*  I won't publicly admit to how infrequently that happens.


July 29
Thank goodness it's Friday!  My girls had colds earlier this week, and for a day or two Hyrum had a sore throat.  And yesterday I woke up feeling like death--sore throat, sore body, hot/cold flashes.  It's days like yesterday that make me so grateful for TV's.  And heating pads.  And nap time.  I don't feel awesome today, but at least my whole body stopped aching so I can move around alright.

We also had the craziest storm last night around 10.  Constant lightning/thunder and crazy winds.  There was one lightning bolt that felt like it hit our house.  Hyrum literally jumped out of bed and started pacing.  A few minutes later three fire trucks showed up at the house across the street.  So maybe they actually did get hit by lightning.  But they just walked around for a few minutes and left.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Colombia 2016: Guatape


Our second day in Medellin we took a day trip to Guatape, a colorful town next to a reservoir created by the government in the 70's.  To the side of the lake is a 200 meter high rock called Piedra del Peñol.  Energetic tourists can climb to the top to overlook the reservoir and tiny islands. 

We took a tour so we wouldn't have to arrange the logistics of getting there and around.  There are always pros and cons to that, but the ease and cost of it outweighed the bad food and slow people.  Our first stop, to Hyrum's delight, was the training fields for Atletico Nacional (his favorite soccer team) in Guarne, a town outside of Medellin. 


We took a boat ride around the reservoir.  When the reservoir was built, it displaced a city, which I can't think of the name of.  They moved everyone to an area of higher elevation, but you can still see where the cemetery used to be, and the steeple of the church.  We also saw one of Pablo Escobar's mansions (top right, below) which is now in ruins but offers tours, and Colombian soccer player James Rodriguez's mansion (bottom right, below), not in ruins, obviously.  


Here, Hyrum is pointing to the tall rock (Piedra del Penol) off in the distance.

They created a smaller-scale replica of the displaced town. It's pretty touristy.


The rest of our day was spent in the actual town of Guatape.  After lunch we decided to try out the zipline. It was only around $8, so we figured, why not? We may have had second guesses once we started.  We sat on little benches and they chained 3 of us up to the cable in a cluster, then they started hauling us up to the beginning platform.  Going up is so much worse than going down.  Once at the top, they released Hyrum almost immediately, and he went flying.  I went down right after him.  As I approached the starting platform, all I saw in front of me was a big black mat.  I had half a second to contemplate how the 'landing' would work before I just crashed right into the mat.  It had some give, but still, they could've warned us beforehand!

(Last time I zip-lined, we were in harnesses, and clipped into all the different lines.  When you feel secure it's easy to relax and feel like you're flying.  That was not our experience in Guatape-- we definitely wanted to hang on and not risk falling out!) But overall, not terrible.  ha


Once the reservoir was built, and the area became touristy, they created higher standards for the buildings in Guatape.  It's well known for it's 'zocolos'--which are 3d murals created on the lower half of the buildings.  They started making these over a century ago when the construction materials they used attracted chickens.  Instead of having their houses pecked like crazy, they put these designs on top to help keep chickens away.  Each house put up a design that held meaning to it.  Bus drivers had buses, farmers had crops, sailors had boats, banks had money, etc.  While they've existed for a long time in Guatape, many weren't in great shape, and the paint wasn't so vibrant.  The town got a face lift to make it what it is today.  We took this picture below for Tiago, since he likes all forms of transportation.  

Below, you can see the evolution of "silleteros"-- they started out carrying Spaniards on their backs, and evolved to carrying plants and then flowers.  (Carrying flowers on your back on these wooden boards is famous in the Medellin region.)  You can also see the school building painted on the bottom of the town's school.





Our last adventure for the day was climbing to the top of the rock, which was really our whole reason for wanting to visit Guatape.  In the picture below you can see a poster of what the rock looks like.  (We never got a good shot of it at a distance.)  


This land was owned by a family, and one of the sons was obsessed with this rock.  His father left it to him in his inheritance.  In 1950, Luis Eduardo Villegas was the first man to climb the rock, and it took 5 days.  Eventually, they started charging admission for people to climb it.  A stone staircase with 740 steps was built into the side of the rock.  (Before our trip, I saw pictures and worried the stairs would feel rickety, but they fortunately were quite solid.)


Towards the beginning I was still smiling.


But very quickly, it got hard!  I kept stopping to drink, and catch my breath, while Hyrum was practically running to the top. It took about 20 minutes to get to the top.  


Hot and sweaty, but worth it!






Going down was a lot easier than going up!

Back in Medellin, we hit up Crepes and Waffles, a delicious and affordable chain restaurant in Colombia that serves beautiful dishes.  (We ate there 3 times on our last visit!)  We saw this Colombian Chiva in the street, which is unfortunately the only picture we took of them during our trip.  The buses in Medellin are all colorful and well cared for.  But we opted to walk--it was beautiful weather.


Overall, we were glad to have survived the day.