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Earlier this week, we went to a coffee amusement park called "Parque del Café." The amusement park is 148 acres that contains three ginormous roller coasters, two rides in which you got soaking wet, and bumper cars and boats.
I couldn't go on any of them because of my cast. They said nothing about broken arms and casts on the website, so we assumed it would be okay. When they said I couldn't go on any rides, I was very disappointed. Then mom had a brilliant idea -- I got to be the "Director of Fun." Basically, the Director of Fun could make anyone go on any roller coaster no matter how motion sick they felt. That idea backfired on mom when I made her go on the roller coast called "Krater."
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As I said before, it was a coffee-themed amusement park. So of course there would be a show about coffee. It turns out it was a musical. I really liked the part where they fought with machetes. Of course, this was fiction because we do not think that people sang and pranced about while picking coffee beans. But it was still very fun.
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A few days later, we went to a real coffee farm where the hills were super steep. At the coffee farm, I learned that they did not want to use pesticides so -- once a week -- someone checked every single coffee bean to see if bugs had infected them. We also learned that the average age of a coffee farm worker is 55 and one of the workers is 80 years old. A lot of young people don't want to work on coffee farms because it's so hard and the wages are low, so young people think they can do better in the cities.
At the end, our tour guide gave everyone three small cups of coffee and coffee cookie, but Jane and Annie didn't want there's so they gave their coffee to me. There was another kid who gave her's to me, also. So later I felt pretty sick.
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Just yesterday, I got my cast off. We had to travel an hour on a bus to a city called Pereira. On the bus ride I threw up because we were on steep, curvy mountain roads. The doctor was very nice and he used things that looked like Tatta's gardening tools to get my cast off. My left arm looked like a skeleton because it had shrunk during my time that the cast was on.
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Overall, it was a great week.
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Za Za! What a great post! Thank you! I would have you be our director of fun anytime. Way to bounce back from that setback! Also, what is difference between Tanzanian coffee farms and Colombian? Do they remind you of the ones surrounding your house in Moshi at all?
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yeah, they do remind me of the coffee farms in Tanzania, but there are some different types of coffee. And in Tanzania the farms were more flat, but here they were REALLY steep. I am doing a project on coffee and I can share it with you when I'm done. (From Eliza)
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm a dope. I've not been getting reminders that Morris postings have been posted, so Buffy reminded me and I had a wonderful time looking at what all of you were posting. What an adventure! Every bit of it, and the excellent photos and descriptions. (My favorite photo, of course, is the big smile on Eliza's face when the cast is gone from her arm!)
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel myself there, watching the parade, your cooking and school work (I do hope you will post or somehow send the essays you write about things Colombian--it sounds like each of you has chosen really good topics), landscapes and other bits and pieces of your lives.
I'm reading and re-reading what you have written while sitting in my study watching the smoke roll in from Canadian forest fires. Today, like a few days ago, is supposed to be bad enough that old guys aren't supposed to spend much time outside, so your sun-shiney photos are a wonderful thing to see.
And your affection for doing school work amid the hustle-bustle of a coffee shop (bet that's really, really good coffee; in Brazil the "cafezinho" was half mud and half sugar and I've not been able to drink the brown water one gets in the US ever since), rings a bell. Most mornings I go to the Southern Pie Cafe to write about whatever I feel like writing. You're all developing a very good habit!
Love to all of you. Keep 'em coming and I'll keep reading.