Everything tastes better when you've seen it grow.
It starts with a guided walk around the finca, in Spanish or English. Warm eggs wait in the nests for whoever finds them first. Corn was here long before coffee, and so were the people who grew it. Coffee turns out to be a fruit, sweet when the cherry is red.
Then breakfast: a homemade arepa from that corn, this morning's eggs, ripe plantain, avocado, mandarin juice and our coffee. People here have eaten this way for generations. You can taste why.