Carlos welcomed us at his guest house dressed in a cowboy hat and boots, jeans and a flannel shirt. He was dressed like the cowboys I’d seen lounging on street corners and in the city center of Copan Ruinas, and his laid-back, friendly attitude mirrored theirs as well. Despite the drizzling rain, I could tell my first agritourism experience was going to be a fun, low-key day.
Finca el Cisne is a family farm, and while Carlos helps manage the cardamom and coffee production, he is also the host for the agritourism experience, which he introduced in 2002. I’ve heard that farmers rise before the break of dawn, work long and hard hours throughout the course of the day, and drop into bed long after the sun has set, but even with all that, Carlos was a gracious and welcoming host.
There’s something about ancient sites that drives people in droves to overrun what should be otherwise quiet and peaceful places. Machu Picchu in 
