Making coffee myself at Finca Sachamama in the middle of the coffee highlands

Actually, I planned on leaving further to Medellin today but because this place is just a little Eden and because I don´t think I should leave the coffee region without at least having been at one real coffee finca, I decide to stay one more day to go on another hike through the highlands to visit a real finca.
There are no maps of the region, so we just get some vague directions from the hostel as our group starts walking at 10 in the morning.
It doesn´t sound that complicated and since we all have outstanding orientation qualities (hehe!), we don´t worry at all, not seeing any signs for our destination on the way.
After 2 and a half hours, we are supposed to reach it. Instead, we end up at some old locals house after about 3 hours, that tells us we missed the turn to the finca about 2 hours ago and walked all the way in the wrong direction. Hm, so much for the orientation qualities, lol!
Luckily, the old man in white Yoga clothes has a cell phone and calls Pedro, the owner of the finca, to pick us up with his Jeep. :)
While we wait, we have a little chat with the old man in perfect English. His name is Swam, he is over 60 and  lived in the UK for 15 years, he tells us, where he still has a daughter. As we talk, we are surrounded by his beautiful young wife (I would say about my age or younger), 3 more daughters and his son. All the children get homeschooled in English and Yoga by him. Interesting, I think, while he also homeschools us with wisdoms about life, living and how to find inner peace! That´s exactly what we need after going in the wrong direction for 2 hours in the burning sun, attacked by dozens of moskitos half the way :)

After we finally arrive at Pedro´s finca after a long bumpy ride up the mountain on the other side of the river, he serves us by far the BEST coffee I have ever tasted, even tops the one that I had in Bogota a couple of days ago by lengths!!! It is so mild that even I, who used to drink more sugary milk with a hint of coffee, was able to drink it black and enjoy it!

But now the best: we spent the whole day at the finca, making that most delicious coffee ourselves, from plucking the coffee cherries right from the plant until roasting the beans and packing them up for taking them back home!
End of the story: I have a 250 g-pack of self-produced Colombian coffee that I am bringing back home to Germany to share with you guys! :)) But take your time to think about wheather you really want to have a taste of it or not, because I am pretty sure that the coffee you will have to keep drinking in Germany, will taste  somehow like rotten water afterwards! ;)