Cafe Duran is our main coffee in Panama. I love it. (They also produce other things teas, etc.)
As an aside, our families were great friends from my mother’s early days. In my generation, their families sent their children to the Canal Zone schools where we continued our friendships. What a wonderful unpretencious family.
I remember going to their factory, a block away from where I live, to purchase Duran Coffee right from the oven so to speak. And there was Paul Duran, our generation who now ran the factory, in his jeans in the middle of his workers helping out. But that is the Duran family.
(Unfortunately, we lost Paul in a plane crash sometime back. What a lose to all of us.)
lose = loss.
Sorry.
By the way, the Duran factory is not 1 but 4 blocks away from where I live. It just seems like 1 block away.