(continued from Part one: The holiest of weeks in Antigua.)
It is dawn. Spiralling upward, a rickety metal staircase presents the first task of the day: climbing up from the kitchen to the rooftop terrace with a full cup of coffee, each step creaking and tentative, and hopefully not losing my precious liquid along the way. As I emerge victoriously to the open air from the shadowy indoor light, the sun simultaneously crests an uneven horizon, casting its first light …
Really enjoyed reading, and learning about co-op coffee producing, and your experience. It’s very exiting to hear that it is improving the quality of lifestyle for the growers as well as the cup of coffee!
Awesome story and pics! Love that final portrait.