Head down in the saddle, I’ve spent hours watching my feet pedal circles in the easy cog. I glance over my shoulder and catch a sea of hills, crashing together in a patchwork of bananas, plantains, bamboo, and eucalyptus interrupted by perfectly combed rows of coffee shrubs, creating a lush tapestry of electric green — so much green you could fill Sherwin-Williams’ entire Pantone library.
The wind funnels off the cloud forest, down the road, and catches in my unzipped jersey. But the air is too thick, the breeze too faint. I lift my chin, wipe the sweat from my brow, squint and see a steeple piercing the skyline, signaling relief — and a coffee break.