Farm near Erongarìcuaro, Puebla, D.F. (Mexico City)

I hope this blog post finds everyone well... I`ll catch you all up on what we`ve been doing over the past couple of weeks. The celebration of Mexico´s bicentennial continues, there are still decorations up everywhere, and of course advertisers are still pushing the whole thing as a reason to eat tacos, grow out your moustache, drink Coke, etc.

Erongarìcuaro

Wednesday before last we traveled from Pàtzcuaro to Erongarìcuaro. It was definitely an interesting ride; we caught a colectivo, which is like some sort of hybrid between a taxi and a bus. When we got in the colectivo van (about the size and shape of an old toyota van) there was only one other couple, but that soon changed. Of course we had all of our stuff, see pictures in earlier posts if you can`t picture this. The colectivo stops at deisgnated stops and pretty much anywhere else someone flags it down along the way, which seemed like every 50 feet. The driver stopped for everyone, despite the fact that after a while it would have been difficult to fit even a fly into the van, let alone an elderly lady with all her shopping, a couple of high school students, etc. After feeling like I was on the other side of the clown car stunt, it got to the point that even the people waiting along the road thought the driver was crazy for stopping and decided to wait for the next one. The driver seemed quite pleased, in his big seat all by himself, since it is a fixed fare, so the more people he picks up, the more money he makes. I counted 22 people in the van plus the driver at one point, and that was just the people I could see, there might have been another layer of people under them. I would have taken a picture had I been able to move any of my limbs enough to get the camera out. The moral of the story is that colectivos are an affordable way to travel, but if you aren`t comfortable with strangers sitting in your lap, or with sitting in a stranger`s lap, colectivos might not be for you, at least not at the hour that school gets out.

We arrived in Erongarìcuaro where we were picked up by the host of the second farm where we volunteered. The farm is not in Erongarìcuaro but the ride to the farm was a little more comfortable than the colectivo considering there were only three of us in the vehicle. We arrived and ate a giant salad and brown rice, which was a dream-come-true after all the meat and cheese and tortillas we`d been eating in the cities on our quest to remain parasite-free. Our friend Luis, who we met just before leaving the US and who returned to Mexico shortly thereafter, met us on the farm.

The environment was very different from El Chuzo; much more rain (although it only falls for six months of the year), mountainous, and different flora as a result of all this and the fact that it is much farther south. The farm was very cool. When our host purchased it there were some trees and a structure there already, all of which have been incorporated into the farm quite nicely. There are hundreds of avocado trees (another dream-come-true for me), many pear trees, peach trees, apple trees, quince trees, orange, lemon, grapefruit trees, herbs, bees, worm compost, some veggies (we planted a lot more!), and some more tropical plants like passionfruit and chile peròn (spicy!!!) in the greenhouse. The larger greenhouse is attached to the main house where the host lives and there is also a smaller greenhouse (a fenced-in area covered in shade cloth) in the orchard. There is a beatiful view of Lake Pàtzcuaro from the farm and, like on our land, you can really see the weather coming.


View of the orchard from the main house

Rainbow and (misty) view from the farm

Sunrise on Lake Pátzcuaro from the strawbale house loft window

Bees

Honey (sold locally)

There are many living spaces on the farm which also serve as examples of sustainable construction methods. The house where the host lives has several rooms to accomodate guests or housemates, a huge room for sleeping, yoga, massage, classes, etc., an awesome kitchen (for example: one rack for dishes to dry and be stored, we are definitely going to implement a similar system in our kitchen one day!), a cozy living room with a fireplace (that we used most nights), windows all along the south-facing wall, a solar hot water heater (to heat the rainwater used for showers and sinks), solar electricity, a bathroom with an Aerolet composting toilet, another adjoining composting toilet (of the more traditional style), and a large covered porch. This house is combination of log cabin and adobe, and an excellent example of how a traditional, existing structure can be retrofitted to have a smaller ecological footprint and be more comfortable and efficient. Luis stayed in the old stable, which has been converted to another living space (it has a kitchen, living space, sleeping space, composting toilet, and shower). Koki and I stayed in the newest structure on the farm - a hexagonal strawbale building with a loft. It has a woodstove and will soon have a kitchen, and it has its own composting toilet and outdoor shower. There is also a wood-burning sauna on the farm with an adjacent outdoor shower attached to an avocado tree (sweating in the sauna and then taking a cold, moonlit shower surrounded by avocados is pretty sweet).

Left to right: solar panels, greenhouse (attached to main house), sauna

Greenhouse attached to the main house, with solar oven and the top of a cistern in the foreground.

The strawbale house where Koki and I stayed.

Because it rains fairly heavily for six months of the year and little to none for the other six, water catchment is a priority on the farm. There are many cement ponds of various sizes and a canal system connecting them; these will likely be used to rase tilapia at some point in the future. There is also 100,000 L of storage volume in various ferrocement cisterns that collect water from the rooves of all the buildings. The most recently constructed cistern stores water from the strawbale house that we stayed in. This is a unique cistern in that it is open and in its shape - around 6´ wide x 5´ deep x 25´ long. In accordance with permaculture principles, also practiced elsewhere on the farm, the cistern has multiple functions: not only is it storage for water than can be gravity fed to the orchard below, but it also serves as a lap pool when full! (Kind of like the dish draining and storage rack.) The rainwater is cold and sooooo refreshing on a hot afternoon. This is another idea we plan to implement on our land.

Rainwater cistern/lap pool... stacking functions is the way to go...

On the farm we worked on reclaiming zone 1, the greenhouse attached to the house and the beds just in front of the house which were in need of some attention. For those of you not familiar with permaculture, zone 1 is the zone closest to the house where things you need the most are planted/located. Common sense, right? That´s what permaculture is all about. So, we weeded and weeded and repaired rockwork and planted lots of fall crops (greens, carrots, onions, beets) in the beds in front and some summer crops (tomatillos, basil) in the greenhouse. We contributed to something that will benefit the farm in the coming winter, when there can be frost and the plants will be watered by rainwater that will be stored before November when things start to dry up.

Orchard and herbs (yes, those are rosemary TREES!)

The host of this farm would like to continue to develop it as an educational facility, so if anyone is interested in its use for biology, sustainable development, appropriate technology, sustainable agriculture, permaculture, yoga, Spanish, etc. etc. classes there, let me know.

Puebla

Last Wednesday we went to Puebla, where we stayed with Koki´s friend Ingrid, who he met at a permaculture course. She and her family were very generous hosts and excellent guides of the city and surrounding areas. We visited Tonantzintla and saw the church with impressive gold leafed carvings, many faces with an indigenous look to them. We went to Cholula and saw what can be seen of the pyramid there that the Spanish covered up with soil and then built a Catholic church. This was after killing most of the indigenous people, some by tying them up and letting dogs rip them apart (I´m not making this up, there are paintings of it in the museum). The pyramid is an impressive structure, as is the church, in a different way. Interesting to see how one culture´s faith completely squashed another´s, literally and figuratively. We also visited Puebla centro, which is very pretty. Ingrid took us to Yaguar Cafè where we finally bought some organic Mexican coffee (grown in Puebla and Chiapas), surprisingly hard to find here (I have been shocked by how many people drink Nescafe instant coffee here!).

Church in Tonantzintla

Pyramid with catholic church on top in Cholula

Along with the bicentennial decorations in Puebla, these days you also see advertisements for chiles en nogada at almost every restaurant. This is a traditional, seasonal dish in Puebla. Ingrid`s mom very kindly prepared chiles en nogada for us, which is quite a process. The dish consisted of poblano chiles (spicy seeds and veins removed), stuffed with a mixture of pears, peaches, raisins, almonds, and other ingredients that I can`t remember right now, dipped in egg and fried, served in a sauce made of heavy cream and ground nuts of a certain variety (taste similar to walnuts) that are only available this time of year, with pomegranite seeds sprinkled on top. Traditionally something green (e.g. parsley leaves) is also sprinkled on top so that the plate has the colors of the Mexican flag. It was delicious and quite an honor, chiles en nogada are only eaten off of fine china with silver in the dining room in many families; this dinner was a little more laid back but very special.

Chile en nogada

Mèxico (the state)

Last Saturday we visited Teotihuacàn in the state of Mexico, the remains of an entire city. Wow! It is hard to describe it. The pyramids are huge and there are many other structures (remains of offices, houses, etc.). The teotihuacanos definitely had a good understanding of astronomy and many of the structures correspond to planets and the sun and moon. The ruins are in very good shape (oxymoron?) and have been rebuilt in some places so you can climb pyramids and enter some of the other buildings. It is hard to imagine not only how all of those rocks were brought there and put together, but the radius from which they must have been gathered. It was impressive, but not enough to make me dance around and chant like some of the other hippies I saw there. I wanted, for just a minute, to buy one of the little clay flutes that were being sold when we came in, they sound like birds, but after I heard them non-stop and had them shoved in my face by agressive salesmen for hours on end, I decided I never wanted to see one of them again. Really? Do you think I want to buy something from you when I`ve seen the same crap, probably made in China, for the last two hours from five thousand other vendors? I don´t mean to be rude, I know people are trying to make a living, but really, someone should try to come up with a new marketing scheme (like try to sell something that you actually made and don´t step right in front of me and make me walk around you), I might have considered buying something from them.

Teotihuacàn

Teotihuacàn (pyramid of the sun on the right, pyramid of the moon on the left).

On the way back to Puebla we had our first encounter with the infamous Mexican police (these were state police). The car we were in had out-of-state plates, which was the (un)reason they stopped us. We were driving from one federal highway to another, both of which are for use by anyone with plates from any state, in the state of Mexico, where the only license plate restrictions are in and around Mexico city. (In an attempt to reduce traffic and associated air pollution, only certain plate numbers are allowed in the city during certain hours). Ingrid`s father (who is German) was driving and got out of the car to talk to the cops. When he didn´t come back after they´d seen his license, we realized they were trying to extort money from him, and Ingrid`s mom (Mexican) got out of the car and joined the conversation. Ingrid`s mom could be a lawyer! She woulnd´t give them any money unless they gave us a ticket for something (which means there is a record of it and it has to be legitimate). We couln´t hear all of it from the car but we learned that, once they realized they weren´t going to get anything using the first BS infraction, they accused Ingrid`s dad of being a taxi driver (what else would a German be doing with tourists in the car?), and that he was going to have to pay for that. Ingrid`s parents both returned to the car, then they called her dad out again, but her mom went right behind him. Then they came right back to the car and we left. Ingrid thinks that crooked cops aren`t as confident with extorting money from women and that it doesn`t happen nearly as often as it does with men, and that sure seemed to be the case in this incident. We also stopped at the Tembleque acueduct, which was much cooler than the encounter with the police.

Tembleque aqueduct

Mèxico (the city)

On Saturday we met Luis in el D.F, the Distrito Federal, a.k.a. Mexico City. Wow. It was just as insane as I had imagined. The first ridiculous experience was the metro. Wow. Getting to the metro itself is an adventure, when things get really busy they have separate entrances (and cars) for men and women, so on the way back in the afternoon a cop tried to tell me to go on through the entrance and Koki and Luis to keep going, and we asked why, and first he said because women have priority (while he coralled Koki and Luis away with his metal detector wand), but when Koki asked then where the heck were they supposed to get on the metro, the cop realized we weren´t from around there and told us to all go through, that sometimes foreigners get priority too. Interesting system. The next time we ran into that I just went with the guys. So, after getting through the entrance we approached the boarding area, along with approximately one million other people. When the metro arrived, there was a mad push outward as people got off, pushing pushing pushing, little old ladies and all. At some crucial point the tables turn and the people waiting on the platform start start pushing and overtake the people leaving the metro. Then its push push push to get your butt on that metro before the doors close rather violently, which happens quite soon after they open if you ask me. After seeing all the other groups of people get separated by the doors of the first metro to arrive, we made a plan for how to find eachother should the same happen to us, and we got ready to push. We pushed pushed pushed our way onto the metro and all managed to get inside, quite an accomplishment. There is a whole world inside the metro, people selling CDs (part of the strategy being to play really loud music through speakers in their backpacks), toys, gum, toothbrushes, whatever else you can think of, people handing out messages of salvation (which mostly seemed to end up as litter on the ground and thus did not really strike me as a message of salvation), a 2.5´ man, a sad clown talking on a cell phone, etc. etc. There are also musicians who perform in the metro but unfortunately they weren´t on the same train as we were. It wasn´t quite as crowded as the colectivo to Eronga, but it wasn´t a weekday, afterall. We made it out of the tunnel of madness to the zòcalo, where there were only approximately half a million people. Tourists, school groups, indigenous people playing drums and dancing and cleansing people by blowing smoke over them (not quite sure about the details of that one), police, people, people, people. We were going to go into the cathedral but there was mass going on so we couldn`t enter (good thing I`ve already seen around 50 other churches on this trip so far). I became somewhat of a local celebrity with the middle and high school English student demographic. A group of students approached me and one of them asked me if I spoke English (nice for a change, that it isn´t just assumed) and then if he could interview me for his English class. I said sure, karmically and academically I felt obliged, I had to interview a native Spanish speaker for my conversational Spanish class many years ago. He interviewed me while his compañeras videotaped... was this my first time in Mexico, did I like Mexico, where had I been, did I like music, what is the US like - that was a hard one to answer concisely, etc. etc. He spoke English very well and was very polite. After that we made it about three steps farther and another kid asked me if he could interview me for his English class. He had lost his compas so Koki ended up being the camera (phone) man. Did I like Mexican food, how old am I, what are my hobbies... After that we made it almost around the corner of the cathedral when another group asked me the same. Two boys interviewed me while their teacher or mom or something filmed. What was my favorite band, my favorite food, what has been my favorite place in Mexico, where else am going (that was a long answer)... A group of young women gathered around to listen to and watch this interview, one of them interpreting for the rest. I thought they were students, too, but apparently they were just some random people. Finally we made it to the bus stop we were trying to reach and while we were waiting for the TuriBus (which ended up being a total waste of 40 minutes and would have been way more expensive than a taxi), a crackhead gringa asked if I spoke English, and I thought really, this can`t be another student. She had some story about not being able to buy a bus ticket without an ID and waiting on a phone call from her mom and she only needed two hundred pesos to get outta here, all the while in her winter jacket, fidgeting with her burnt hands. Sketchy. I told her no, although I was tempted to tell her if she hung out around the corner maybe she could get some pesos out of some high school students in exchange for an interview. She probably had more interesting answers than I did, too. We went to el Bosque de Chapultepec, a park in the city, becuase that´s how we roll. It was not exactly the island of nature I was hoping for, at least there´s something that resembles a natural environment there, but how sad is it that for a lot of people, that´s the only forest they´ve ever known? We walked around for a bit, saw two squirrels, a few Montezuma cypress (Taxodium mucronatum in case Howie is reading this), a bunch of exotic Casuarina trees, and around five million bipedal mammals. That was pretty much it, we ate some tacos and braved the metro again to get back to the bus station to get back to Puebla. And that was our experience in the Distrito Federal, aside from riding the bus for around an hour before actually getting out of the concrete jungle. It sounds weird, but I was disappointed in the relatively clean air the day we were there after having learned about the infamous Mexico City smog during my years in air pollution research.

El Zòcalo in Mexico City

My 15 minutes of fame.

Cool collection idea for plastic bottles.

We`re now in Oaxaca (in the city of Oaxaca, the major landslide was elsewhere in the state of Oaxaca), but I`ll tell you more about all of that in the next post...