Joy Brazil Coffee and how we found our roaster!

Most of  my life, I trusted the power of the universe. Sometimes I doubt it, just to be proven wrong in the the next minute.  The whole idea of My Brazilian Coffee was a sequence of coincidences that made me a greater believer that things are the way they need to be, and things happen when they need to happen.  This was an amazing one: I went to Virginia, Gordonsville,  to my cousin's farm for Thanksgiving 2007.   The farm is beautiful and very peacefull. I invited several friends to the weekend, and one of them was flying to Charlottesville. (The reason I am  telling all the details, is so that you have an idea of the sequence of events in order for something to happen the way it should).  Kasey's flight was late out of New York, so she missed the connection in North Carolina. She rented a car and drove 12 hours to get to Gordonsville. Next day, Trish and I went to return the car and after that we were going to meet everyone at the James Madison house for a tour.  When we arrived at the house, I found  out that Polly was not feeling well and did not come, so I decided to go home and check on her. Got there, she was feeling better and did not want to go to the James Madison home tour. Instead, she wanted to buy a flapper for the downstairs bath room that was always running.  We drove to the Gordonsville post office and asked where could we find a Houseware store.  The woman told us to drive to James Madison highway, there would be a big sign of the Houseware store.  Off we went, got the store and it seemed closed. It was the day after Thanksgiving.  We kept walking around trying to find the entrance, when suddenly a little door opened. This man came out and asked if he could help us???We said we were looking for a toilette flapper! He then looked at us and said: I am sorry I cannot help, I am a coffee roaster!!!! Do I need to finish the story!!!