Before we left the hotel, Chris excused himself from the group. He explained that he and Julio would be spending the day traveling to meet with the Juntas to coordinate visits to Zapatista communities located at Yachil and Bolon Ajaw.
Let me explain.
The Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN) was named after Emaliano Zapata who was a leading figure in the Mexican Revolution which began in 1910. The year before, the National Anti-reelectionist Party announced that Francisco Madero, a young and wealthy landowner, would stand as a Presidential Candidate. At the time, the country's capitalist economy was peaking and Spanish haciendas were controlling more and more of the land and squeezing out independent communities of aboriginals who were being forced into slavery. Chiapas alone was home to over 6,800 private estates -- a 680% increase from 1880. By 1910, 80% of Mexicans were living in the countryside, 1/3 of the population was pure Indian but 87% spoke Spanish.
During the 10 years of the Mexican Revolution the country would be rocked by rebellion and conflict. In 1914 in Chiapas, a new labour law abolished debt servitude and instituted a minimum wage; major landowners revolted. In 1915 the war peaked and Zapata's forces were the focus of countless attacks. In Chaipas, rebellious landowners and indigenous supporters form guerilla forces. In the years that follow, Obregon founded the PLC (Liberal Constitutionalist Party); Morones founded the CROM (Regional Confederation of Mexican Workers); CROM organizes the PLM (Mexican Labour Party); and, a peasant party (PNA) is formed. And then, in 1920, Zapata is assassinated. Obregon becomes president but the USA refused to recognize the new regime.
In 1923, de la Heurta leads half the federal army in rebellion against Obregon and Calles; worker and peasant armies organized by the PLM and PNA help the rest of the army quell the rebellion. In 1924, Calles becomes President with Obregon's support. PLM and PNA dominate the federal congress and soon become rivals. PNA aligns with Obregon and PLM aligns with Calles dividing the country. In 1927 a new rebellion begins -- the Cristero rebellion -- with over 50,000 armed rebels involved. Obregon is assassinated in 1928. Calles remains the power behind the presidential throne and creates the Party of the National Revolution (PNR) in 1929.
In 1934, Cardenas becomes President and begins the first major land reform since 1917. Calles remains in the background and threatens a coup in 1935. When the coup fails, Calles is forced to flee the country. Cardenas expropriates 17 British, Dutch and US oil companies and establishes the national oil company PEMEX. He dissolves the PNR and creates the PRM -- made up of peasant, labour, popular and military. In 1940, Camacho becomes president -- 65% of the population still lives in the countryside and wages peak. PRM becomes the PRI - Party of the Institutionalized Revolution -- and almost 15% of the national territory has been redistributed among 1.8 million peasants and half of the rural population are part of the new rural class of ejiditarios -- approximately 20,000 ejidos were recognized, of which 900 were "collective" in character. In 1941, the US entered WWII and boycotts were lifted against Mexican oil imports. Things were starting to look up.
Fast forward to 1976 when Portillo becomes President; this "friend of business" cuts back on government spending, increases borrowing and welcomes foreign investors with wide open arms. By 1982, Mexico faced a debt crisis that further devalued the peso. The crisis continues in the years that follow and peaked in 1986 when many state-owned companies were privatized. Mexico signed a structural adjustment agreement with the International Monetary Fund (IMF) which greatly accelerated the pace of neoliberal reform and further encouraged foreign investors to set up shop and take advantage of cheap Mexican labour.
The loose definition of neoliberalism is the transfer of economic control from the public to the private sector. The idea behind neoliberalism is that public (meaning government) control of the economy is at best inefficient, at worst corrupt. Critics argue that the economic transfer to private industry absolves the government of its accountability which is subversive of the democratic process. We saw success through the deinstitutionalization of state economic controls in Chile (Pinochet), Britain (Thatcher) USA (Reagan), New Zealand (Douglas) and Canada (Mulroney).
What about Mexico? Mexico's political environment was too unstable and too corrupt to provide an infrastructure of support that would allow its people to reap the benefits of a neoliberal economy. Without the benefit of a strategy to build a healthy economy for its people, Mexico's leaders looked for a panacea in capitalism. Foreign investors would buy their way into the country and use their financial assets to drive the country's political agenda by lining the pockets of corrupt government officials. To meet their annual financial objectives they would require cheap labour, a devalued peso, low taxes, and lots and lots of inexpensive raw materials. Their stockholders after all, lived elsewhere and were rewarding management with fat bonuses in exchange for high dividends. All this did was widen the gap between high-income and low-income households in Mexico.
By 1987, the PRI party split into a rival faction called the PRD (Part of the Democratic Revolution) over questions of economic policy reforms. In 1990, NAFTA negotiations begin and Cardenas becomes PRD Mayor of Mexico City. Salinas signs off on NAFTA in 1992 though Clinton's election meant more policy changes that resulted in side deals regarding labour and environmental issues.
Mexicans would never benefit from NAFTA, however the idea was not to satisfy the voters but to support the growth of capitalism in the country's new neoliberal environment. Foreign investors saw great potential in open border trade with the US and Canada. Importing raw materials and exporting cheaply manufactured products meant a bigger bottom line. But who was protecting the interests of poor Mexican farmers? Well, nobody...except the EZLN.
Poor Mexican farmers who harvested crops by hand would be forced to complete with commercial farms in the US and Canada -- donkeys and a team of oxen versus John Deere and Massey Ferguson. The "people of the corn" would be forced to compete in the marketplace with subsidized farmers and their artificially fertilized, genetically modified, mechanically harvested crops. Fair? Not by a long shot. As if that is not enough, the terms of NAFTA required an amendment to the Mexican constitution that outlawed land collectives. Land holdings must be privately owned under the terms of NAFTA, which was a direct violation of guaranteed land reparations to indigenous groups in Mexico. There was not protection for social policy under the terms of NAFTA. Or at least, there was not sufficient incentive for Mexico's leaders to protect the rights of its indigenous land holders.
Mexico had signed off on NAFTA in 1992. Despite protests, Mexico's border would officially open when NAFTA became effective on January 1, 1994. The EZLN struggled to find a public platform for the voice of the Mexican farmers. In 1993, the Zapatistas declared war on the Mexican government arguing that it had absolved itself of its right to rule because it was so out of touch with the needs of its people. In effect, the Zapatistas claimed that the government was illegitimate.
In November 1993, NAFTA negotiations conclude and the agreement is narrowly approved by the House of Representatives.
On January 1, 1994 -- the day that NAFTA became effective -- the Zapatistas' rebellion became armed and active. It was New Year's Day and politicians and peacekeepers were relaxing with their families when members of the EZLN donned ski masks and took up arms. Their strategy was planned with flawless precision and executed by passionate patriots whose interests were entirely invested in protecting the rights of their countrymen. They stormed government offices and burned land titles in protest. They burned empty haciendas while their owners celebrated the holidays with their families in one of their other houses. Their strategy included the occupation of communities throughout the state of Chaipas and established EZLN military forces to defend them against policy and army forces. Violent clashes continued for nearly two weeks until a Bishop in San Cristobal de las Casas successfully negotiated a ceasefire.
The EZLN had captured the world's interest though it came at the cost of many human casualties. Zapatista leaders demanded autonomy from the Mexican government so that they could create their own socialist government to protect and advance the rights of the Mexican people. What's more, they demanded that the natural resources extracted from Chiapas benefit more directly the people of Chiapas. For the first time, the government was listening. As leaders argued over issues of human rights and freedoms, government forces stormed the EZLN's military holdings and slaughtered rebels. Unarmed civilians displaced by government forces would be relocated to refugee camps throughout Chiapas. Leaders of the movement were still at large and so the government ended its raids and proceeded with negotiations. The EZLN laid down its arms and abandoned military strategies in favour of political ones that would include media campaigns to garner support from international solidarity groups.
The Mexican government would recognize the EZLN as a political movement and agreed to enter into negotiations with its leaders that would culminate in the recognition of autonomy and rights for the indigenous people of Mexico through the San Andres Accords signed in 1996. When the Mexican government failed to implement the terms of the Accords, the Zapatista's returned to their communities with the support from "civil society" and began to implement their autonomy unilaterally. They established their own school systems, health facilities and socialist governments. During this period, the Mexican army would deploy forces in the surrounding territories to monitor EZLN activities and serve as a government presence poised to dismantle this structure.
In 2001, Zapatistas marched into Mexico City to protest "watered down agreements" developed by the new government of President Fox. The Mexican Congress was not responding to their demands to recognize the San Andres Accords. The rebels returned to their communities in Chiapas and established 32 autonomous municipalities in effect implementing the agreements without government support. International organizations supported their efforts by providing financial and human resources. International visitors and observers were traveling to Chiapas to support the movement and report on its progress. Their tenacity and perseverance was serving as a model to other indigenous groups throughout the world and inspiring similar movements.
The 32 autonomous municipalities would elect representatives to attend assemblies where this body of government would review and rule on communal issues including the allocation of resources and development projects. To avoid corruption, the representatives serve for only a very short time which results in a continuous rotation of leadership; this body of government is called the Junta. The Mexican government tolerates these renegade municipalities but is involved, I believe, in infiltrating and sabotaging their progress using subversive tactics.
In June 2005, the Zapatistas published the Sixth Declaration of the Selva Lacandona outlining their vision for Mexico. It begins, "This is our simple word which seeks to touch the hearts of humble and simple people like ourselves, but for people who are also, like ourselves, dignified and rebel." They go on to say, "we the zapatistas of the EZLN, rose up in arms in January of 1994 because we saw how widespread had become the evil wrought by the powerful who only humiliated us, stole from us, imprisoned us and killed us, and no one was saying anything or doing anything. That is why we said "Ya Basta!" that no longer were we going to allow them to make us inferior or to treat us worse than animals."
While I understand that a country's social and economical environment is a complex puzzle influenced by its history, its culture and its geography, I was feeling terribly naive. How could it be that I knew so little about the contemporary struggles of this country? We are partners in trade for God's sakes. How did Mexico's human rights issues not have come up in my social studies classes, or law classes, or Sunday's paper? What was I doing on January 1, 1994 when the Zapatista's rose up in rebellion against their government? I don't remember.
I tried to walk on the sunny side of the street all the way from the hotel to CEIPAC across town. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I had a picture in my mind of a glass building, a boardroom with bottled water and men in suits. The walk across town was beautiful. We passed this incredibly old chapel on a street corner just a few blocks from the Zoccola.
I quietly contemplated the information that I had learned about earlier in the morning as I walked beneath the watchful eye of the sun. I felt uncomfortable as I envisioned our days ahead and shivered despite the rising warmth of the late morning. I manufactured images of our group meeting with angry men in ski masks and listening to their stories of violent oppression.
The meetings scheduled by our hosts were intended to provide us with context and understanding about Mexico and, more specifically Chiapas. My thoughts drifted to aboriginal issues in my own country. I felt a deep sense of shame wash over me and understood that by becoming a witness to the Zapatista movement in Chiapas, I would forfeit my silence at home.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Earthquakes and Baguettes
I woke early on Tuesday morning to the crowing of roosters and to the barking of dogs. The sun rose at around 5:30 am and light began to filter into the room through the open window. My roommate was still sleeping so I decided to get a jump on the morning's routine.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and gently closed the door. I cracked open the window and started the shower. As I waited on the dry side of the shower curtain, I read through the notice on the back of the door. It said that the hot (caliente) water tap is on the left and the cold water tap is on the right. It also said something long winded about the hot water and then thanked the reader for their understanding. Hmmmmm. Wonder what that's about? I questioned as I dipped my hand under the freezing cold water. One of the words in the notice referred to the distance that the hot water travels. I supposed this had something to do with the rather long time it took to coax the hot water out of the showerhead.
I started to feel terribly guilty about the amount of water that I was wasting as I stood and waited for warmth to find its way into the shower. To heck with it, I thought as I eased into the shower. I dipped my toes and then my shins under the cool stream of water. Still too cold. I pushed myself against the right side of the shower and out of reach of the icy shower.
In the next moment, I was suddenly less concerned about my shower and more focused on my sudden feeling of vertigo. As I braced myself against the walls of the shower, I felt the world tilt under me. Am I going to faint? I wondered. Am I coming down with something? It's just fatigue, I reasoned as the feeling left me. And then....warm water showered down upon me and my attention was quickly redirected towards rinsing away yesterday's travels.
By the time my shower was finished, my roomie was ready for her turn under the now warm water. I dressed quickly, ran down to the lobby to fill up my water bottle and returned to the room to catch up on my journal. At 8:30 a.m. My roommate Sharon and I went down to the dining room to meet the others for breakfast.
"Did you feel the earthquake?" asked Annie and Sally.
"It happens all the time," explained Jody and Chris.
Ahhhh, earthquake, I thought with incredible relief, so I'm not getting sick. Thank God! and then it occurred to me -- Earthquake? Earthquake!
We spent an hour together reviewing our itinerary. During the week, we would meet with representatives of CIEPAC (Centro de Investigaciones Economicas y Politicas de Accion Comunitaria) and CAPISE (Centro de Análisis Político e Investigaciones Sociales y Económicas) to learn more about the historical record and current events involving human rights violations in the state of Chiapas. We would travel to the Zapatista coffee cooperative Yachil and to the Maya Vinic cooperative in Acteal. We would visit the site of the 1997 massacre at Acteal and the refugee camp that houses hundreds of displaced citizens. We would visit the mountain village of Puehlo and stay overnight in that community while visiting coffee farms and bodegas. We would visit the village of Nueovo San Gregorio to learn about the Chiapas Water Project and how it has helped the farmers in this community. We would travel to Agua Azul and the Zapatista community of Bolon Ajaw to hear first-hand of how public forces continue to harass and violate the rights of aboriginals and, specifically Zapatistas.
I spread a spoonful of pineapple preserves on my slice of baguette and made notes in my journal as Chris and Jody explained the social environment of Chiapas. While I sipped my coffee, I learned that the world's most vulnerable cooperatives are in Chiapas because there are no support structures in place to assist them in their growth and development. Fair trade is becoming its own business and industry insiders are contemplating alternatives to TransFair licensing. Members of the public want to purchase Fair Trade Coffee, but they are afraid of being misdirected so they look for the TransFair symbol to make sure that what they're buying is fair trade certified. Great marketing! Unfortunately, the messages are misleading. What the public may not understand is that the sticker shows up on 100% fair trade or 5% fair trade coffee. That's right, 5%.
TransFair USA's volume guideline requires its members to convert at least 5% of its green coffee purchases to Fair Trade within the first two years of launching labeled products. FIVE PERCENT! That's a goal, by the way, not a requirement. TransFair Canada's Licensing process insists that any product sold with the Fair Trade Certified label must be 100% Fair Trade Certified. The symbol for TransFair USA and TransFair Canada, incidentally is the same.
I tiptoed into the bathroom and gently closed the door. I cracked open the window and started the shower. As I waited on the dry side of the shower curtain, I read through the notice on the back of the door. It said that the hot (caliente) water tap is on the left and the cold water tap is on the right. It also said something long winded about the hot water and then thanked the reader for their understanding. Hmmmmm. Wonder what that's about? I questioned as I dipped my hand under the freezing cold water. One of the words in the notice referred to the distance that the hot water travels. I supposed this had something to do with the rather long time it took to coax the hot water out of the showerhead.
I started to feel terribly guilty about the amount of water that I was wasting as I stood and waited for warmth to find its way into the shower. To heck with it, I thought as I eased into the shower. I dipped my toes and then my shins under the cool stream of water. Still too cold. I pushed myself against the right side of the shower and out of reach of the icy shower.
In the next moment, I was suddenly less concerned about my shower and more focused on my sudden feeling of vertigo. As I braced myself against the walls of the shower, I felt the world tilt under me. Am I going to faint? I wondered. Am I coming down with something? It's just fatigue, I reasoned as the feeling left me. And then....warm water showered down upon me and my attention was quickly redirected towards rinsing away yesterday's travels.
By the time my shower was finished, my roomie was ready for her turn under the now warm water. I dressed quickly, ran down to the lobby to fill up my water bottle and returned to the room to catch up on my journal. At 8:30 a.m. My roommate Sharon and I went down to the dining room to meet the others for breakfast.
"Did you feel the earthquake?" asked Annie and Sally.
"It happens all the time," explained Jody and Chris.
Ahhhh, earthquake, I thought with incredible relief, so I'm not getting sick. Thank God! and then it occurred to me -- Earthquake? Earthquake!
We spent an hour together reviewing our itinerary. During the week, we would meet with representatives of CIEPAC (Centro de Investigaciones Economicas y Politicas de Accion Comunitaria) and CAPISE (Centro de Análisis Político e Investigaciones Sociales y Económicas) to learn more about the historical record and current events involving human rights violations in the state of Chiapas. We would travel to the Zapatista coffee cooperative Yachil and to the Maya Vinic cooperative in Acteal. We would visit the site of the 1997 massacre at Acteal and the refugee camp that houses hundreds of displaced citizens. We would visit the mountain village of Puehlo and stay overnight in that community while visiting coffee farms and bodegas. We would visit the village of Nueovo San Gregorio to learn about the Chiapas Water Project and how it has helped the farmers in this community. We would travel to Agua Azul and the Zapatista community of Bolon Ajaw to hear first-hand of how public forces continue to harass and violate the rights of aboriginals and, specifically Zapatistas.
I spread a spoonful of pineapple preserves on my slice of baguette and made notes in my journal as Chris and Jody explained the social environment of Chiapas. While I sipped my coffee, I learned that the world's most vulnerable cooperatives are in Chiapas because there are no support structures in place to assist them in their growth and development. Fair trade is becoming its own business and industry insiders are contemplating alternatives to TransFair licensing. Members of the public want to purchase Fair Trade Coffee, but they are afraid of being misdirected so they look for the TransFair symbol to make sure that what they're buying is fair trade certified. Great marketing! Unfortunately, the messages are misleading. What the public may not understand is that the sticker shows up on 100% fair trade or 5% fair trade coffee. That's right, 5%.
TransFair USA's volume guideline requires its members to convert at least 5% of its green coffee purchases to Fair Trade within the first two years of launching labeled products. FIVE PERCENT! That's a goal, by the way, not a requirement. TransFair Canada's Licensing process insists that any product sold with the Fair Trade Certified label must be 100% Fair Trade Certified. The symbol for TransFair USA and TransFair Canada, incidentally is the same.
We tossed questions, answers and comments back and forth as we discussed the merits and pitfalls of fair trade certification in the coffee industry. We talked about fair trade as a business, as a movement and as a certification. We learned about the price of fair trade coffee, how it is affected by the NYSE and about country differentials and premiums for quality and organic product.
We wrapped up breakfast by about 10:30 and gathered up our things before heading across town to CIEPAC. I grabbed my camera and my water bottle and walked out into the sunshine.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Finding San Cristobal de Las Casas
My trip began early on February 11th when I traded one week of Canadian winter for the adventure-of-a-lifetime in Chiapas, Mexico.
Days before departing, I had received the following e-mail from our host Chris Treter at Higher Grounds Trading. He said,
"Time is drawing near for our adventure to Chiapas. I have attached some reading resources that may be of interest to you. As you know, this trip will not only provide you with an understanding of the coffee industry and our partner farmers but will also contextualize the lives of the growers in light of international global political and economic realities. So, we will spend equal time learning about the struggle for indigenous rights that our partner growers are currently involved in. The reading materials will contextualize this so that, when you arrive, you will have a deeper understanding of the amazing people you will be meeting!
Below are two recent articles by rather famous intellectuals and attached are two readers. The first - The Other Campaign Reader - discusses the Zapatista campaign to unite progressive movements throughout Mexico and the 2nd is a general reader about coffee in Mexico."
There were over 80-pages of documentation to review prior to meeting my hosts in Chiapas. I was grateful for the long flight.
Most of us arrived at Tuxtla late in the afternoon on Monday, February 11th, where we were shuttled to San Cristobal de Las Casas, a city one hour south, southeast of the state capital Tuxtla Guiterrez.
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The ride from the airport was alarming and exhilarating. The traffic was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life...not the volume of traffic, but rather the flow of the vehicles as they sped through winding mountain roads. I realized in short order that I lacked both the skill and the nerves to drive in this part of the country.
The views were breathtaking.
I noticed corn growing on the slopes that fell away from the side of the highway and wondered how these farmers could germinate seeds on such a steep incline, much less harvest its crop. I imagined the rain washing away their hard work as their seeds tumble down the mountainside in a rivers of runoff from the highway. I wondered how they did it. The slopes were so steep, I simply couldn't imagine tending to the crops there, much less getting to the crops by climbing down or up the rocky mountainside.
As we rounded a bend in the highway, our host pointed out San Cristobal in the distance. It was a beautiful white city sprawling in the lap of a mountain. It may have been the distance, or the fading daylight, or my travel-weary mind that made it appear to ethereal...like Brigadoon without the bagpipes.
We entered the colonial district through a large gate. I notice immediately the difference in architecture and infrastructure. I could sense the history in these streets and properties. Our driver navigated through the complicated grid of narrow streets and deposited us at our Hotel -- La Posada Isabel.
Our host led us through brief introductions and insisted that we clean up and meet back in the hotel lobby in half an hour. I followed my roommate Sharon up to our room and began organizing some of my things. Twenty minutes later we were back in the lobby acquainting ourselves with the rest of the group. There were students from the University of Michigan, representatives from Amavida Coffee, Peace Coffee and Heine Brothers Coffee. There was a musician, a graphic artist and a cafe manager. I smiled at the diversity of the group. So many different perspectives would enrich our learning I thought.
We headed out into the night to find Chris and Jody's favourite taco place. The streets were full of cars and people. The businesses were in full service with doors and windows open to the public. I asked the time -- 8:00 pm. "Still Monday right?" I asked. I was delighted by the energy and atmosphere of this wonderful city.
As we wove our way through the streets to find our restaurant night rode in on a soft, sweet breeze that I recognized from last summer. Walking in the company of strangers in a foreign city, I was surprised by how I felt -- especially peaceful, perfectly happy and decidedly blessed.
We devoured plates and plates of authentic Mexican tacos and freshly made cornflour tortillas. It occurred to me that we do a rather poor job of recreating Mexican cuisine in Canada. Our hosts ordered a round of cervezas and we toasted our journey -- the distance we have travelled and the voyage ahead.
We called it an early night and parted ways on the street outside the restaurant. Our hosts and their guests walked to a house nearby and the rest of us returned to Posada Isabel.
Days before departing, I had received the following e-mail from our host Chris Treter at Higher Grounds Trading. He said,
"Time is drawing near for our adventure to Chiapas. I have attached some reading resources that may be of interest to you. As you know, this trip will not only provide you with an understanding of the coffee industry and our partner farmers but will also contextualize the lives of the growers in light of international global political and economic realities. So, we will spend equal time learning about the struggle for indigenous rights that our partner growers are currently involved in. The reading materials will contextualize this so that, when you arrive, you will have a deeper understanding of the amazing people you will be meeting!
Below are two recent articles by rather famous intellectuals and attached are two readers. The first - The Other Campaign Reader - discusses the Zapatista campaign to unite progressive movements throughout Mexico and the 2nd is a general reader about coffee in Mexico."
There were over 80-pages of documentation to review prior to meeting my hosts in Chiapas. I was grateful for the long flight.
Most of us arrived at Tuxtla late in the afternoon on Monday, February 11th, where we were shuttled to San Cristobal de Las Casas, a city one hour south, southeast of the state capital Tuxtla Guiterrez.
The ride from the airport was alarming and exhilarating. The traffic was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life...not the volume of traffic, but rather the flow of the vehicles as they sped through winding mountain roads. I realized in short order that I lacked both the skill and the nerves to drive in this part of the country.
The views were breathtaking.
I noticed corn growing on the slopes that fell away from the side of the highway and wondered how these farmers could germinate seeds on such a steep incline, much less harvest its crop. I imagined the rain washing away their hard work as their seeds tumble down the mountainside in a rivers of runoff from the highway. I wondered how they did it. The slopes were so steep, I simply couldn't imagine tending to the crops there, much less getting to the crops by climbing down or up the rocky mountainside.
As we rounded a bend in the highway, our host pointed out San Cristobal in the distance. It was a beautiful white city sprawling in the lap of a mountain. It may have been the distance, or the fading daylight, or my travel-weary mind that made it appear to ethereal...like Brigadoon without the bagpipes.
We entered the colonial district through a large gate. I notice immediately the difference in architecture and infrastructure. I could sense the history in these streets and properties. Our driver navigated through the complicated grid of narrow streets and deposited us at our Hotel -- La Posada Isabel.
We headed out into the night to find Chris and Jody's favourite taco place. The streets were full of cars and people. The businesses were in full service with doors and windows open to the public. I asked the time -- 8:00 pm. "Still Monday right?" I asked. I was delighted by the energy and atmosphere of this wonderful city.
As we wove our way through the streets to find our restaurant night rode in on a soft, sweet breeze that I recognized from last summer. Walking in the company of strangers in a foreign city, I was surprised by how I felt -- especially peaceful, perfectly happy and decidedly blessed.
We called it an early night and parted ways on the street outside the restaurant. Our hosts and their guests walked to a house nearby and the rest of us returned to Posada Isabel.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Chiapas, Mexico
Sent packing with a sleeping bag, a few changes of clothes and four bags of fresh roasted coffee, Corrie flew on down to the Mexico's southernmost state. Her hosts were Chris and Jody from Higher Grounds Trading Company as representatives of Co-operative Coffees in Americus, Georgia.
The purpose of the delegation was to visit a coffee cooperative and explore the coffee industry in that country. To fully understand the marketplace, she would study the political, social and economic environment in Chiapas, Mexico.
Check back for pictures and posts about her trip.
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