For a long time, I dreamt of a small coffee farm. Life had other beautiful plans—a family built across continents, a career dedicated to children, and the busy rhythm of a multinational life. Yet, the dream quietly took root. In the soil of our early retirement garden, I planted a few coffee seeds. To see them grow, bloom, and fruit was pure magic. I learned to process them my way, first ‘au naturel,’ then with the honey process. This hands-on journey was just the beginning. It led us to the mountains, where we discovered coffee’s true home.