Deysi Romero: Roots, Coffee, and Courage
I am Deysi Romero, and my life is intertwined with the land and coffee.
I am Deysi Romero, and my life is woven into the land and coffee. My story began in childhood, when my mother and I would pick coffee under the sun. I didn’t like it back then, but today I understand that those early efforts planted in me a love for what is now my passion. My mother, with her twelve children, taught us that coffee and tortillas were our sustenance, and that milk was always only for the youngest. That’s how I learned the value of perseverance and sacrifice.
My husband started working this land in 1990, and though it wasn’t enough at first, we grew it little by little. When he passed away in 2007, he left me with only 3.5 hectares. But I, with my heart in my land, didn’t stop. Today, my farm spans 17 hectares, a legacy I’ve built with my own hands and the support of my children during the busiest seasons. Though they have their own paths—one is a natural sciences teacher, another operates heavy machinery, and my daughter is a doctor—they always return to lend a hand when the coffee demands it.
I grow varieties like Geisha and Parainema, and though I still have some Catuaí, the coffee leaf rust has forced me to replace it. My farm, at 1,750 meters above sea level, is surrounded by fruit trees like peach, mandarin, banana, and mango, which provide not only shade but also food and diversification. Everything here is organic: I use chicken manure, coffee pulp, and natural fertilizer to care for the land that feeds me.
Coffee is my life. Doctors say I shouldn’t drink too much, but for me, it’s pure energy, my daily fuel. I drink it black, no sugar, as a sacred ritual that connects me to the earth and my roots. And though I used to produce only washed coffee, today I also experiment with natural and honey-processed beans, always seeking to improve quality and diversify.
My farm isn’t just about coffee. Here, I also tend to flowers with love: crown of thorns, hydrangeas, carnations, anthuriums, and purple orchids. Each one reminds me that beauty and hard work go hand in hand. And though I’m not a first-generation producer—my husband was the one who started this path—I’ve been dedicated to it since 2007 with the same courage my mother taught me.
I have clear goals: to keep expanding the Geisha and Parainema, because I know these varieties yield exceptional results. And though the road hasn’t been easy, every coffee lot I produce carries with it the sweat, love, and history of a woman who, like so many others, has turned coffee into her reason for being.
I invite you to visit my farm, to taste a coffee grown with passion, and to breathe in the aroma of the land that has given me so much. Here, among trees and flowers, coffee isn’t just a crop—it’s a way of life.
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