12oz | Ground or Whole | Shipped in Burlap Bag
It seemed as if the trail rider had just left Santa Fe as he woke up on a beach the Guatemalan locals called Champerico. Memories slowly came back, and he remembered the streets of San Francisco: men with clubs, the freighter headed for South America, and the terrible tempest when he jumped ship. Villagers found him on the beach. Their sweet, wine-like coffee revived him. More por favor, he asked in awkward Spanish. The beach children laughed. His head cleared, and he saw mountains to the East and wondered where the coffee was grown.