My travel companion and I walk at two remarkably different speeds.
Of course, there is no universally correct speed for walking, unless you’re about to miss a bus or are taking part in a walking meditation.
Both of these things I’ve done and I have to be honest and say I’m more comfortable with the former. It’s my nature. I don’t want to be missing busses willy nilly to achieve this, don’t get me wrong. But if I can get somewhere fast I’ll likely take it over slow any day. Even on holiday.
I know right, what a pain in the fucking arse.
(That said, I’ve been flat on my back on a lounger on the hotel terrace for the last two hours. I’m doing nothing, really slowly today).
My friend, on the other hand, enjoys the walking meditation style of personal transportation.
There’s been some compromise, mostly on my part. You don’t speed up this straight edge Colombian easily.
Over the last couple of days, however, I’ve discovered that nature makes it easier for us to find the middle ground.
After a crazy few big city style days in Bogota and Medellin, it was sweet relief to find ourselves standing on the fertile coffee covered soil of Armenia on Saturday.
We had booked a half day private coffee farm tour and ended up in the passionate and capable hands of Sergio from Expedicion Café (links to follow, WordPress is glitching out in Colombia).
I will forever be happy to pay handsomely for the perfect coffee after learning what a parlarva there is in getting a bean from sprout to mouth.
The farm was small and stunning, dripping in fruits, flowers and other vegetables as well as an astonishing range of coffee bean. The forth generation farm owner Santiago joined our tour and complemented Sergio’s extensive knowledge with his own encyclopaedic resource.
The land worked it magic. I slowed. My friend quickened. Nature was the winner on the day.
The tour ended at a café, where Santiago served us all a variety of espresso, with tasting notes, and fresh fruit from the farm.
A perfect day at the perfect speed for both of us.