tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46353570999856731732024-03-13T06:20:01.688-07:00Adventures in AmericaFollow my adventures in America - two continents connected by an isthmus, not just the USA!Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-89391159840481975742011-04-15T15:49:00.000-07:002011-04-15T15:49:47.160-07:00Belize!We are in Costa Rica, but a lot happened before we got here (and a lot has happened since we got here, hence the lag in blogging). I will warn you now that there are, unfortunately, no pictures from the second part of our trip. After we had arrived in Costa Rica our external hard drive, where those pictures were saved, fell on the floor and we can’t access anything on it. It has been to several computer doctors and no one can save our pictures and music. After hearing the symptoms (making an unhappy noise when turned on) a friend of a friend, who knows about this sort of thing, suggested putting it in the freezer in a Ziploc bag, then trying to retrieve the data from the disk. Haven’t tried that yet, but we will, and hopefully then we’ll have some pictures of Belize to share. Until then I’ll try to paint you a mental picture…<br />
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I got sick at the end of our time in Playa, I had the symptoms of dengue fever so I got tested but it wasn´t. That was good news, but it was still a wicked flu that was not fun. That delayed our arrival in Belize a little, but we finally crossed the border on October 14th. We caught a bus in Playa, the earliest one we could catch, thought we were going to miss it when we couldn´t get a taxi. We took the bus to Chetumal, where we would catch another bus all the way to Belize City. We had some pesos left but needed more to pay the exit tax at Mexican immigration, unfortunately BOTH of the ATMs in the bus station were broken and there wasn´t another one anywhere nearby. The people at the bus station said there was an ATM that we could use at the border, that the bus would wait for us, no problem. So we boarded the bus and asked both the driver and the conductor again about the ATM situation and they assured us there would be time at the border for everyone to do what they needed to do before the bus headed on to the city. There were only seven people on the bus, all tourists. We got to the border and Koki and I followed the conductor across many lanes of traffic, past immigration officials, armed soldiers, etc. to the ATM, where we took out the money we needed to pay Mexican immigration. Much easier than we were expecting. Back across multiple lanes of traffic, armed officials, cars being searched underneath with mirrors, people waiting, etc. to the Mexican immigration post, where we were told that we had to go to the bank and pay our exit tax, we couldn´t pay it there because we had been in the country more than seven days. Sure would have been nice if someone had told us that when they asked how long we were going to be in Mexico and stamped our passports. The bank was right next to the ATM, so back across all the lanes of people waiting, getting searched, protecting the border, etc. to the bank, where it took around 15 minutes to type our names into a computer and print a receipt. A long time considering the task, but really not that long in the grand scheme of things. Back across again, each time we hurried as much as we felt like we could without looking like we were trying to run across the border. When we got back to the Mexican immigration post where the bus was parked we saw the bus driver and conductor unloading our big backpacks from the luggage compartment and setting them on the sidewalk, they were about to leave us. We were upset (understandably, if you ask me) and told them that, but they seemed to think they had every right to leave us since we had taken too long and everyone else was done already. Gee, too bad we hadn´t checked ahead of time about a time limit at the border! So, we convinced them to wait while we got our passports stamped. When we handed the Mexican immigration official our passports he pointed out that Koki´s little receipt from the bank wasn´t there and that he had to have it (that was what all the running around was about after all). So, Koki had to go back to the bank, yet again, to try to find his receipt. It wasn´t on the ground anywhere and when he asked the slow bank teller the guy chuckled heehee oh its right here haha. Not funny, but at least that was it. After that it was easy, got out of Mexico and then had to go through Belizean customs, thank goodness they didn´t hold us up because I think the bus really would have left us then, during the loading and unloading of our bags to get through customs there were definitely some strong, loud words exchanged between us and the guys from the bus, in Spanish, English, and then them saying who knows what about us in Creole. It was very obvious we had crossed a border and were in a different country when we arrived in Belize, unlike our crossing into Mexico where Laredo, TX and Nuevo Laredo, Mexico are extremely similar. Many colorful clapboard houses (not just concrete), houses few and far between; the population of Belize is less than 350,000.<br />
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We ended up arriving in Belize City well before the scheduled time. Too bad we had told the farm manager, who was in Belize City that day, the scheduled time, and she wasn´t going to be there that late. Turns out she was still in the city and could have picked us up if we had known that the bus was in fact in a hurry. Oh well, all part of the adventure. The city is interesting, definitely a city, but not one with skyscrapers, around 70,000 people, lots of wooden houses on stilts interspersed with larger concrete buildings, right on the water. We were too late for the last bus to Rancho Dolores, the village closest to the farm where we were headed, so the farm manager told us to catch a bus to Bermudian Landing, another village near Rancho, and that she would pick us up there. The last bus was supposed to leave at 8pm, but when we started asking around at about 6pm, we learned that not only was the last bus not at 8pm, the only bus headed to Landing that night was leaving at 8:50pm. Finding the place where the bus for Landing left was interesting, there is a bus station in the city but many domestic buses don´t leave from there, you just have to know or ask to find the block from which they depart. English and Creole and the primary languages in Belize, which you´d think might make it easier for a native English speaker to get around. Hmmm, not so. We asked for the bus to Bermudian Landing, and after turning down five taxi drivers who wanted to take us there in exchange for our first born, people would say, wha? So I would very clearly enunciate, Ber-mew-dee-an Landing, and they would say wha? The more I enunciated the less people understood me, until they would finally say, aaahhh! Bermadan Landin´! And I would say sure, that. We only had to go a couple blocks from the bus station but it took several rounds of this asking and answering and turning away sketchy taxi drivers for us to actually get there. We found the old Bluebird ex-schoolbus and the bus driver and conductor were very kind, helped us put our stuff in the back of the bus and asked if we wanted to wait there while they went to the gas station to full up the bus (that´s not a typo, that´s Belize) or if we wanted to go along, we could buy a beer at the gas station for the four-hour wait until we were scheduled to leave the city if we wanted. So, either watch our bags drive away on a bus, with no beer, or be with our bags and get to drink our first Belikin. We went along. When we got back to the ´bus stop´ we just hung out, talked a little with the driver and conductor, and enjoyed a Belikin. Its easier to enjoy the last sip of a Belikin than of other types of beer because the bottle is so heavy that it took me at least half the time we were in Belize to know when my beer was gone without taking a sip of nothing, thinking I still had beer left. Koki went to find a public phone to call the farm manager and let her know that we would not actually be leaving the city until 8:50pm and to find out if she would still be waiting for us. She said we wouldn`t get in until around 11pm and that was too late, but that there was a hotel we could stay in. That was not in our budget and she asked one of the guys who works on the farm and lives in Landing if we could camp in his yard. That would be fine, so we were to get off the bus at the Chinese store in Landin' and meet Frankie and Doyle. More and more people started showing up to wait for the bus, we talked to some nice folks. People say hi in Belize. Everyone who passed, from little kids to old timers, said hello. Actually they said good night, which was confusing at first, but then I realized that is like saying good evening at home. We sat at the back of the bus, near our bags, in the middle of a group of high school students (many students from small villages travel to the city for school at this age). One girl spoke to us in very proper English, but amongst themselves the students either spoke Creole or Spanish. Very interesting to hear so many languages at once. <br />
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We arrived at the Chinese store and got off the bus, not knowing how we would recognize Frankie and Doyle and a little nervous about being dropped off in what sure seemed like the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night in a new country. Doyle was there with a couple friends, very welcoming. We headed across the road to where we would camp and met Frankie. We chatted with them while we set up the tent outside the house. It was a challenge to understand Frankie, especially after such a long day of traveling and trying to concentrate on what he was saying while trying to stay sane in spite of the cloud of mosquitoes attacking me. They seemed very excited that there was new blood in town since they only seemed to be biting Koki and me, at least it was just the two of us jumping around and slapping ourselves and each other like fools. In the morning we got to hang out with more of Frankie´s family and we actually go to see where we were: a landscape with few trees, mostly pasture, few buildings, all scattered along the road that basically ends at the farm where we were headed.<br />
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Brooks, the farm manager at Spanish Creek Rainforest Reserve came to pick us up in the farm´s awesome 1981 diesel Toyota Landcruiser (4-door, chopped or something in the back so it has a little bed) from New Zealand (i.e. steering wheel on the right). Dream car, sigh!!! I drove it on the farm and it was not as weird as I thought it would be to be on the other side. Brooks and her boyfriend Justin have been living at Spanish Creek for over a year. They´re both ASU graduates - small world! We headed to Rancho Dolores, a village even smaller than Landin'. We arrived at the farm and drove through a jackfruit orchard and many acres of the 20 types of bamboo they grow to get to the where we would be staying. There is a large main house, screened windows all the way around, two stories, with the living space downstairs. We moved into the palapa right next to the house. There is another small palapa and a larger bunkhouse palapa where volunteers usually stay (as a couple they thought we´d like to have our own palapa, very nice). They use rainwater caught from the roof of the main house and also have a well. There is a butane stove with oven and a refrigerator, but the latter didn´t get hooked up until much later. All of the electricity is solar. Most of the time we were there we relied on an evaporative cooler: two clay bowls, smaller one nested inside a larger one with sand in between, water is poured into the sand and the whole things covered with a damp towel, as the water evaporates it cools the contents of the smaller bowl, so that´s where you keep stuff semi-cool. In addition to bamboo and jackfruit they grow avocadoes, bananas, platains, corn, mangoes, coconuts, cassava, okra, passionfruit, and citrus. Chaya (Mayan spinach) and calilou (amaranth greens) were growing like mad, yum! There is a garden that had just been reconstructed so there wasn´t too much food growing there yet, but we planted more. There are chickens, sheep, horses, a Rhodesian ridgeback named Cashew, Brooks and Justin´s dog Caden, and a little itty bitty teeny tiny kitten named Sapodilla. We arrived at a good time - Marc, the owner of the farm who lives in Miami where he is a tropical fruit farmer, was at the farm with his son Levi. We got to meet them before they headed off to the coast for the weekend, then we chatted with Brooks for quite a while. Spanish Creek is lucky to have such a great farm manager! We had a lot to talk about, not just Boone stories, we have very similar interests in sustainable agriculture. After Brooks headed home (at the front of the property, across the bamboo fields, about a ten minute walk) Koki and I had the place to ourselves. It is very peaceful, electricity is solar with gas generators for pumping water and for backup, so unless those are on you hear very little human-made noise. That is not to say its quiet, howler monkeys hang out nearby, lots of geckos, frogs, toucans, guans, anis, cattle egrets, and other birds.<br />
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The next day Brooks and Justin came back to the main house to see if we wanted to go to Caye Caulker, a small island off the coast north of Belize City. Obviously we said yes, got a few things together, and headed back to Belize City to catch a water taxi to the caye. Along the way we got to see what we missed on the bus and learned more about Belize from Brooks and Justin. <br />
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Pretty much everywhere has been logged in the not-too-distant past (wood gave Belize its value as a colony, first logwood, taken out by the Spanish, then mahogany, taken out by the British) and not many houses (the population of the country is around 330,000). Almost all the schools are private and have some religious affiliation (I think we passed on technical high school on the way to the city that was an exception). All the poultry and eggs come from farming communities of German-descended self-governing Mennonites. All the stores are Chinese-owned (there might be exceptions somewhere in the country, but this applied to every store we entered the whole time we were there); Chinese engineers were brought in during British rule to build bridges and other infrastructure. East Indians were brought to work on sugarcane plantations, African slaves were brought for logging, Garifuna people descended from Africans and indigenous South Americans live on the southern coast, people have migrated from El Salvador recently and from the Yucatan peninsula and Guatemala long ago. While many of these cultures retain a distinct identity, much mixing has also occurred. The cultural diversity of Belize is amazing, check <a href="http://countrystudies.us/belize/23.htm">this</a> out for a concise overview of the cultural diversity in Belize. For my biology nerd friends: I´ll bet an analysis of Belize's cultural diversity would have a very high H value on the Shannon diversity index. <br />
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The first weekend we were there we went to the beach with Brooks and Justin. Caye Caulker was beautiful. We stayed at <a href="http://www.yumashousebelize.com/index2.php?v=v1#/home/">Yuma´s House Belize</a> (formerly Tina´s), an affordable option on an expensive island. We saw a beautiful sunset from The Lazy Lizard bar (hole, but good location) at the northern end of the inhabited portion of the island (known as ´the split´). While we were enjoying some rum drinks we saw a sting ray in the clear water - way cool! We conducted some field research and we have concluded that Belizean rum will get you drunk. The island was pretty quiet, still low/rainy season, very hot. We had a wonderful breakfast at <a href="http://www.aguallos.com/amorycafe/">Amor y Cafe</a>, yum! It was nice to get a real cup of coffee after encountering so much instant wannabe coffee in Mexico (don´t get me wrong, that´s what most of Belize drinks, too, but good coffee is one byproduct of tourism about which I don't complain). We hung out on the dock the next afternoon and swam in the delicious clear ocean water. <br />
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The caye is protected by the second-largest coral reef in the world, so there are not big waves on the island. Its more like swimming in a lake. I like playing in the waves, that´s the kind of beach I went to as a kid, but it sure was nice to just be able to relax and not have to fight waves and risk getting your face ground into the sand to get into deep water, just jump off the dock instead. After buying some snapper and lobster that had just been caught to take back to the farm, we headed back to Rancho. We hiked one of the trails on the property with Marc and his son Levi before they left for the States. It was beautiful, we learned more about the farm, and we got to check out the new wooden signs for different tree species along the trail. The forest contains many palms and many other species of trees, including poisonwood, whose sap can cause a horrible poison ivy-like rash. Nasty stuff.<br />
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The first week on the farm we worked on a few different projects in addition to morning and afternoon chores (which consisted of watering the garden, feeding and watering animals, collecting eggs, locking up at night). We planted the newly reconstructed garden beds with greens, tomatoes, eggplant, squash, beets, and carrots. We built a new compost area within the garden so compost can be dumped right over the garden fence and so finished compost can be easily moved to the garden beds. We built two compartments with chickenwire, open on the top and front. The bins later got removable front doors to contain the compost better. I rode a horse for the first time in many years, down the same trail we hiked with Marc before he left. We also built the stone foundation for a cob oven, which was going to be our main project on the farm.<br />
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We met some wonderful people associated with the farm. Monday through Thursday a crew of workers come to the farm. Neri, Tony (Neri´s stepson), and Arturo (Neri´s brother), are all from El Salvador. Nelson (Neri´s son, who replaced Arturo when Arturo moved away) and the rest of Neri´s kids, who we later met, were born in Belize. Frankie and David are both Creoles from Belize. Tony, his wife Chelly, and their son Jorge (three and adorable) live on the farm, but everyone else on the crew travels to Rancho to work; Clinton comes every Wednesday to work with the horses and having people ride them is part of keeping them in shape and ready for tours of the farm and surrounding forest on horseback (the farm is open to tourists, as well). Idolly and her daughter Rackel live in Rancho and work on the farm a few days a week. Idolly and Neri are two of the most resourceful and ingenious people I have ever met, and everyone who works on the farm has many skills. Neri's and his wife, Reina, have 5 girls: Yuri, Iris, Emily, Maleny, and Nelly, spanning from kindergarten to high school. They are a wonderful family and we miss them. Their reality when they were our age (three years ago) was a little different than ours: Reina was a grandma at my age. <br />
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Before arriving at Spanish Creek we had decided to be more flexible and if we were enjoying a place and not going broke too quickly, we should stay in that place. Hindsight is 20/20, and we realized we should have spent more time on the first two farms and less in cities. We were supposed to go to stay at Spanish Creek for two weeks and then go to another farm in Belize for two weeks, but after the first week we decided to stay our full month in Belize at Spanish Creek, its a great place and we had already made good friends there. Its nice to have this kind of flexibility, our only deadline was to arrive in Costa Rica by December 15. Until then we could do anything we wanted to (and could afford to!).<br />
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Our second weekend at Spanish Creek was especially interesting. We had talked about going back to Caye Caulker, we didn´t have time to see the reef which we really wanted to do while in Belize. Going to the Caye didn´t work out, which in the end was just fine… We learned of tropical storm Richard on Friday (we had been keeping an eye on tropical storms and hurricanes since we got close to the Caribbean, via internet when possible and with our crank radio/flashlight we got specifically for that purpose) and on Saturday we asked what we should do to get the farm ready for the storm. Brooks and Justin had already survived two tropical storms at Spanish Creek, and they said nothing, the tropical storms had never been a big deal there, one tropical didn't bring anything except clear skies and sunshine. Saturday the sky was crazy, clouds moving really fast, rain, a double rainbow, but nothing any worse than a thunderstorm. We learned that the storm was predicted to make landfall on Sunday, first they were saying Sunday afternoon, but on Sunday morning that got changed to Sunday evening. We packed up all our stuff in the palapa where we had been staying so that it would be easy to move if that became necessary. We hoped the animals would be alright, the kitten was hanging out with us in the house, Cashew was hanging out in the yard, and the little Mennonite chickens (bred to be in a closed chicken house and not in the bush) were running around the yard peeping as if they were invincible, as usual. We moved some things off the porch that might blow away and then just waited. Relative to other living situations there wasn’t much that needed to be changed in order for us to be prepared for a storm: we already had everything we needed to survive packed into our backpacks; although we enjoyed the benefits of electricity for a while each night, we didn’t depend on it – we cooked with gas, had batteries for the flashlights and kerosene for the lamps, and were used to living without refrigeration; we had diesel for the tractors and the (awesome) Land Cruisers, gasoline for the generators (one for pumping well water), and stored rainwater. The only thing that could have increased our preparedness (and sustainability of the farm in general) would have been composting toilets (the farm currently uses rain and well water and has to have waste removed from large plastic tanks and sometimes float out of the holes in which they're buried when it rains heavily).<br />
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After breakfast we started putting together a jigsaw puzzle of some hot air balloons with a background of blue sky and white clouds. We kept working on it all day, listening to Love FM to follow the storm, which was now classified as a category I hurricane. Shelters were being announced in different villages; there was a shelter in Rancho Dolores but we stayed at the farm, the animals were all there and it would have been quite a hike, anyways. It rained and the wind blew but still nothing too crazy until after it started to get dark. First rain started blowing in through the screen walls (the walls of the main house are wood up to waist-height, with screen above that). We had moved the table and other furniture away from the walls and moved our stuff to the couch nearest the center of the house since we knew (thanks to a smaller storm earlier in the week) that at least a little water would blow in. We covered the inverter and batteries for the solar panels with a tarp (that is all in a room with a screen wall, too, but luckily on the leeward side of the house). All the horses were huddled, all wet and pitiful, under the huge trees in the pasture near the house. We tried to work on the puzzle a little more by lamplight while listening to Love FM on the crank radio. We had the kitten in the house, she was just running around playing as usual, but Cashew was on the porch under a big chair and was being very respectful o the no-Cashew-in-the-house rule and refused to come inside. We finally convinced Cashew to come inside when the porch had turned into a streambed; she crawled under the couch nearest the door, which was slightly drier than the porch. After passing over the Cayes (the residents of which had been asked to voluntarily evacuate since Friday), Richard made landfall and actually gained strength! Things really started to get intense after 7pm. Waterfalls from the downstairs roof/upstairs floor formed so we did our best to catch the water in big plastic tubs. Trees started to fall outside. And the wind howled the whole time. Luckily the only tree that could really fall on the house, a huge palm, was on the leeward side of the house. At some point we realized the kitten was nowhere to be found, we didn’t know if she had found a good hiding place in the house (she already had several, like between the wall that forms the cupboards and the counter above) or what, until we heard her meowing on the front porch. She had somehow gotten out and was completely soaking wet and trembling. We dried her off with a towel from the kitchen that somehow was still not completely soaking wet from the rain blowing sideways through the house. She didn't try to go outside anymore after that experience. Furniture and doors and everything else that wasn’t bolted down started blowing around and banging against the walls upstairs. Needless to say, downstairs the puzzle didn’t stand a chance of staying together, or even on the table for that matter. <br />
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Our backpacks were getting wet on the couch where they were supposed to stay dry, and there was standing/flowing water covering the whole floor except in the center part of the house and luckily in the inverter/battery room. We decided to set up the tent, which has a waterproof bathtub floor and a good rain fly, in the center of the house which seemed to be slightly higher ground. I went in the tent and took our backpacks, the farm’s computer, and the kitten, we convinced Cashew to move from the river where she was under the couch near the door to under the couch against the wall, where there was only a slow-moving stream. The kitten was playing, or something like it, swatting at stuff but without any real conviction, probably as a distraction from the fear of the roof flying off the house, kind of like us putting together a jigsaw puzzle while we waited for the storm to hit. I kept an eye on the advancing tide while Koki swept water from the lowest corner of the house out the door. Koki and I could barely hear each other over the noise of the wind, posts and beams of the house creaking, trees snapping and falling and debris flying around outside, stuff blowing into the walls upstairs, and other noises we couldn’t even identify. The front door kept blowing open, despite being locked, until Koki put a full five-gallon water jug in front of it. We heard a few peeps from the chicks outside but there was now a wall of water coming down where we had last heard them, plus what Koki was sweeping out the door. I can only imagine they were saying “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” as they got hit with jigsaw puzzle pieces of the sky, along with the water coming out of the real sky. Koki’s headlamp stopped working and he had to use mine while I used the light on the radio. When the water finally reached the floor around the tent, in spite of Koki’s sweeping, we moved everything onto a table in the center of the house, covered it with the tent’s rain fly to prevent it from getting wett from water coming through the roof and running down the wall. I did not like being in the tent anyways, it offered no real protection and was one more barrier to moving out of the way if something fell. We made a bed for the kitten and covered her up with a towel. Luckily she wasn’t freaking out anymore or trying to play, both the cat and the dog were eerily calm at that point, probably shocked by what was going on around us. I helped Koki sweep water out the door and empty the huge plastic tubs that were filling up very quickly to prevent a complete flood in the house. Trees were falling every few minutes outside; we could hear them but when we tried to see outside it was pitch black, you couldn’t see anything beyond the doorway, despite being the day after the full moon and moonrise being a few hours earlier. (A few nights before you could have read a book outside it was so bright, and that was before the moon was even full!) That all went on for what felt like all night, but really was only a few hours. There was one pause, when we couldn't hear much, that must have been the eye of the storm.<br />
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When the storm started to let up a little (i.e., only the most ridiculous thunderstorm I’d ever seen now, instead of pre-Armageddon conditions) we could finally start to see something outside besides pitch black. When the sky lit up with lightning we could see a lot of it from the kitchen, very different than before when you could barely see any of the sky from the kitchen due to the tall forest canopy across the yard beyond the sugarcane patch. There wasn’t really any canopy anymore, just palm trees here and there, all tattered and torn. It took a while for us to feel comfortable going outside to check out the other structures and find a place to sleep. The floors of both round palapas were soaking wet and covered in pieces of thatch roof, but the larger volunteer palapa was in decent shape, so we slept there. Before we went to bed we were able to see four pairs of eyes in the sheep pasture (all sheep accounted for), but all we could see in the horse pasture was one of the huge trees where we had last seen the horses was on the ground, no horses around. We hoped for the best and went to bed, completely exhausted, glad to be alive. In the morning Brooks and Justin came back and we shared stories of the previous night, much different than the two beautiful, sunny “tropical storms” that had already weathered on the farm. Brooks and Justin live in a two-story 12 ft. diameter round palapa with screen walls like the main house. The center of the lower level is a cabinet and counter on top; they spent the evening inside the cabinet, the floor of which is a few inches off the ground, with water running across the floor beneath them. The solar panels at their house almost flew away, but they managed to strap them down just as they were lifting off. We still had electricity at the main house but not as much as before, which made sense when we realized that one of the panels had completely flipped over. Luckily the inverter and the batteries stayed quite dry in their room on the leeward side of the house.<br />
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That morning after the hurricane we thought for sure the folks who work on the farm would be busy cleaning up at their own houses, but everyone showed up right on time, they are a dedicated crew! We all got right to work assessing the damage and cleaning up the ridiculous mess left by Richard. We walked to the back of the horse pasture and found all the horses; one was lying on the ground and didn’t want to get up, but she finally did and seemed fine after that, probably just exhausted. The sheep were fine, as was their shelter that Frankie and David had been working on for several weeks. The garden beds we had planted were in pretty good shape, soil had been washed out in some places but structurally the raised beds that had been built before we arrived were in good shape. The passionfruit trellis had fallen over, not surprising considering the weight of the thriving vines growing on it. The chickens seemed fine and not at all upset by the fact that their palapa coop was leaning to the side at ~60 degree angle. Somehow 7 of the 12 Mennonite chickens survived! Interesting how something that is not a product of natural selection survived such a natural disaster. The screen on the upstairs of the main house was completely blown out and trinkets that had been on the counter upstairs were recovered from across the backyard during the week following the hurricane. All of the structures with thatched roofs looked like they were having a bad hair day with palm fronds sticking out at all possible angles. The house on stilts that was going to be Tony and Chely’s home was in fine shape, except that it was on the ground now instead of on stilts. Luckily they weren’t living there yet! Many fruit and forest trees were down, most of the bananas and papayas were down, most of the coconuts were leaning almost to the ground, and the forest canopy consisted of tattered palms. To see how well the palm trees survived was impressive, and then seeing the huge palms that had come down made us realize just how strong the wind was at times. The forest had changed so much that the howler monkeys had to take a new route on their daily journey in the forest. This new route included the remaining trees over the creek behind the main house, so everyday after the hurricane we got to see monkeys right behind the house! The same was true for the monkeys in Rancho Dolores and Bermudian Landing, despite suffering less severe damage than the farm. The driveway into the farm and all the pastures and orchards were littered with trees and branches, some of which had blown great distances from the forest. We helped the crew clear one of the jackfruit orchards, the driveway, and part of the road leading to the farm. This went very quickly with such an efficient crew, they are hard workers and very efficient with the tools available (machetes, chainsaw, tractor). We had to be especially careful of Poisonwood trees as we cleaned. Poor Justin is very sensitive and had a horrible reaction after dragging some poisonwood with a machete; he didn´t even touch it directly! As we cleaned up we collected orchids and bromeliads from fallen trees and placed them in the rainwater shower at the main house, something we plan to do in our future rainwater shower. There was lots of clean up in the house, too; sweeping, washing floors, cleaning all the pots and pans and dishes that were completely covered in debris that had blown in and come through the roof, drying mattresses in the sun, and approximately two tons of laundry. A fun part of post-hurricane work was trying to use up tons of bananas and green papayas that had fallen in the storm. Green papaya can be eaten raw in salad, or can be stewed and used like winter squash. We ended up eating a lot of yummy green papaya bread with candied kumquats after the storm.<br />
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After the storm and related clean up another volunteer arrived. Tom is a retired Army ranger, a WWOOFer for the past three years, and an awesome friend and housemate! We really enjoyed working with Tom and we hope to see him here in Costa Rica in the not-too-distant future. Before the storm Brooks, Koki, and I had built the rock base for the cob oven and with Tom’s help we built the cob foundation. With our feet we mixed mud from next to the palapa where we were building, sand the government nicely spreads all over the road for the taking (or at least that's how people who live on the road feel about it), shredded dried corn husks, and water to make our cob. Unfortunately we were a little overzealous with our awesome cob mixture and built a foundation so thick that it hadn’t dried several weeks later when we left Spanish Creek. Tom built a beautiful wooden door for the oven, hopefully one day it will get used. In addition to having a blast working with Tom, we took another trip to Caye Caulker with him. <br />
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On the way to Caye Caulker we had an interesting ride to Belize City with Brooks and Justin and approximately a quarter of the greater Rancho Dolores area population. Brooks, Justin, Tom, Koki, and I set off in Brooks’ and Justin’s pickup, the bed of which was about half full of trash (I guess I’m an optimist of some sort), something that is not picked up at the non-existent curb in Rancho Dolores. We stopped in Scotland Half Moon to pick up Neri and Tony, who had to go to the city for immigration reasons. We made a stop at Ellis', the Mennonite-owned gas station where you can get anything from diesel to livestock feed to fresh-baked bread. Between there and the Chinee (Chinese-owned general store) you can get everything you need to survive, except fresh vegetables. We picked up two more guys along the way and when we caught up with Nelson, who had left Neri’s on a bike while we were there, we picked him up, too. So, at that point there were five people in the cabin and five people and a bike and a bunch of trash in the bed of the pickup. That didn’t change Justin’s generous spirit and he stopped for a (very large) woman and her two young children. Somehow they managed to fit into the truck bed, but in the process the little boy ended up in Neri’s lap, on the opposite side of the truck from his mom and sister. No one seemed to mind, Neri held onto him as if he were a son, and mom and sis got as comfortable as possible on the other side of the truck. At one point the little boy had some serious snot running out of his nose, stringing along in the wind, but mom was all the way on the other side of the truck. Neri pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned it up without skipping a beat. Just a little anecdote I thought would help you understand the kindness we encountered in Belize.<br />
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The Caye had suffered less hurricane damage than the farm! It was incredible how much the environment had changed for other reasons in the two weeks since we were there the first time. It was obvious the high season had begun, not only by the higher prices by also by the extended hours of the businesses on the island. It was sooo much colder and windier than the first time we went. We took a snorkeling tour with <a href="http://raggamuffintours.com/">Raggamuffin Tours</a> and we definitely recommend them! Raggamuffin does half- and full-day snorkeling tours off of Caye Caulker and three-day tours to southern Belize, all on sailboats! We did a full-day tour which included, in addition to awesome snorkeling, fruit, lunch, and delicious ceviche and rum drinks on the quiet, peaceful ride back to the Caye. We saw so much, I wish I knew what half the organisms were called, but some highlights were green sea turtles, nurse sharks, southern sting rays, parrotfish, halibut, eels, and an octopus. The coral was beautiful and I particularly liked staying in one place for a while and trying to find the camouflaged critters right under my nose that were so easily missed; the octopus was especially cryptic. <br />
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Several other WWOOFers arrived while we were at Spanish Creek. Emma, Elena, and John were all great companions and hard workers, and we hope to see them in Costa Rica one day, too! While we were there, WWOOFers worked on a variety of projects: compost piles in the garden and chicken run, bamboo construction (shoe rack, garden gate, and lots of other stuff after we left), transplanting lemon grass, fertilizing fruit trees with finished compost, working on the sheep shelter, rescreening the upstairs of the main house, etc. etc. etc. And of course lots of hurricane clean up. I think all the WWOOFers who were at Spanish Creek while we were there ended up staying longer than planned; it really is a great place! <br />
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Our last weekend at Spanish Creek Tom, Emma, Koki, and I decided to paddle up Spanish Creek to its source. According to Brooks and Justin the trip would take a couple of hours and we would end up at a beautiful spring. We left from Chorro (the swimming hole), which looked very different than when we arrived since the huge tree whose root formed one of the sides of the pool had come down in the hurricane. We took out the two canoes, one of which was built to have a motor in back, but it did not have a motor, so it was just a sawed-off canoe – flat in the back and extremely hard to paddle in anything that resembled a straight line. We headed “upstream” (i.e., in the direction contrary to that in which all the debris on the surface of the water were moving, our only indication of flow on the flat water). We paddled and paddled and paddled and Koki and I made zig-zags across the creek (really more like a river) due to our inexperience in steering a sawed-off canoe. The water wasn’t really moving at all in either direction; it seemed kind of like a big, long lake. We kept paddling until it started getting close to sunset. The creek did not seem to be getting any narrower. We encountered an elderly lady fishing and asked her how much longer until the end of Spanish Creek. She informed us it was far, all the way to Crooked Tree Wildlife Sanctuary. Oops, Crooked Tree is not where Spanish Creek originates, but where it drains! So, we headed back to the farm. We were frustrated but it was still a nice day on the water. We got to know Tom and Emma a little better and got to see more of rural Belize. We passed a house where a woman in the yard was playing guitar and singing, and a man was working on something down by the river and responding in song. We got back to Chorro after dark, somehow recognizing the tree through whose branches we had to maneuver to actually get to the bank. <br />
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After this (mis)adventure and subsequent disappointment we decided we wanted to go explore more of Belize. I didn't want to make you wait any longer so I'm posting this now, but there are more stories of wonderful adventures to come. <br />
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A little update from the here and now: Koki and I are both working as instructors with <a href="http://www.ecologyproject.org/">Ecology Project International</a> here in Costa Rica. We love it!<br />
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I love to get feedback! Underneath this post you should find "# Comments", which you can click on and leave comments. Tell me what kind of stories you like hearing, I have lots more that I would someday like to compile. Thanks for reading, sorry I made you wait so long. I'll write more when I can, unfortunately my laptop died a few days ago and I have very little internet access, only between the courses I teach (in the middle of nowhere), so it will continue to be a challenge to communicate with you all electronically.Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-81520700399058356122010-12-16T19:55:00.000-08:002010-12-16T19:55:35.341-08:00Patience is a virtueHi everyone,<br />
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I know I owe you lots of stories, and you will get them, but it won't be immediately, I'm sorry. Internet was hard to come by for many reasons for the second half of the trip (enough internet to sit down and write a blog post). Koki and I made it safely to Costa Rica and our good friend Tracy is now here visiting. We will be busy hanging out with her and our family and friends here until the new year, but I <i>promise</i> I will write about the rest of the trip as soon as I have a day to sit down at the computer. The rest of the trip was amazing and I look forward to sharing it with you all. Spoiler alert: Koki and I both got jobs! I'll tell you more later... <br />
Thanks for the feedback I've gotten from some of you. Hope everyone is well!<br />
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FernFernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-25788830125229592142010-10-10T14:15:00.000-07:002010-10-10T14:15:41.203-07:00Oaxaca, Chiapas, Quintana Roo (Yucatàn peninsula)Hola from the sunny Yucatàn peninsula! Time to get caught up on our last two weeks in Mexico before we head to Belize tomorrow.<br />
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<strong>Oaxaca, Oaxaca</strong><br />
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Oaxaca is an awesome city, words I do not speak very often. We arrived in Oaxaca last Monday afternoon. The trip from Puebla was beautiful, very different from anything I had seen in Mexico or anywhere else. Although I`m getting tired of bus rides, it is awesome to be able to watch the flora change outside the window as you travel. The cacti were especially interesting (<i>Pachycereus</i> sp.?). We had to take an alternate route through the city to the bus station because of a landslide on the normal route, which goes above the city. Early the morning after we arrived in the city of Oaxaca there was a much larger landslide in Santa María Tlahuitoltepec, a small village in another part of the state of Oaxaca. The heavy rains that fell in southern Mexico as a result of Karl and Matthew, combined with deforestation and overgrazing, caused many landlides, from small slides that might result in a rock or two on the highway to huge landlsides that wash away hundreds of homes and leave already impoverished people on the street, or where it used to be. In the city of Oaxaca there were collection stations everywhere accepting aid for the affected fellow Oaxaqueños. Luckily the death toll was not as great as was initially thought and it seemed impressive to me the outpouring of support from the community. I think the short-term aid of beans, rice, soap, bottled water, and money needs to be accompanied by long-term solutions, such as reforestation, more durable housing, and improved evaluation of road construction <i>before</i> landslides occur.<br />
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Oaxaca is a small, walkable city. We stayed at <a href="http://www.paulinahostel.com/">Paulina Hostel </a>in the historic downtown. It was pretty nice; at least initially it was the polar opposite of some of the critter-infested hostels we`ve stayed at, as they had fumigated right before we arrived and we couldn`t check in until that evening. Not ideal, I try not to sleep on freshly fumigated mattresses as a general rule, and not all that effective at keeping the place pest-free, either, as they had standing water in several places and a very healthy (although very hungry) mosquito population. Although the place seemed clean enough, I realized that was just a facade. They closed the bathroom for cleaning on one occasion, but didn`t clean it. There was no toilet paper in the womens room for a day (apparently the supply truck didn`t bring it and going to the store half a block away to buy more wasn`t an option for some reason), not a problem for me, I`m used to carrying my own in this part of the world, but it meant that some other ladies used paper towels and threw it in the toilet. Surprise surprise, this clogged the toilet, which then overflowed all over the bathroom floor into the shower stalls. One of the employees managed to tear himself away from the soap opera on TV long enough to look at it and go back to the TV. So the toilet water just sat there until it dried up. I´m glad I always wear flip-flops in public showers! I recommend you all do the same, just because something looks clean doesn`t mean it is. On a brighter note the hostel had a very cool coy pond, a huge terrace on the roof (it would be way cooler if they made it a living roof!), and a very hearty breakfast (good thing, since there was no communal kitchen). <br />
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In Oaxaca we visited many shops that are like museums; the handcrafts and textiles of the region are absolutely amazing! So many colors everywhere. We saw many more indigenous faces than we had previously; although sadly many of the indigenous people, whose culture is responsible for many of the beautiful colors of the city, sell gum, cigarettes, etc. or beg on the street. I don`t even know how to start analyzing or solving the marginalization of the oldest existing population of the area. We visited one store specializing in wool rugs. I bought some yarn, handspun and dyed with natural dyes (cochineal, a type of scale on prickly pear cactus, is crushed and used for varying shades of red, for example). Someday when I win the lottery and retire I want to return to Oaxaca and learn to spin, dye, and weave. We also visited several museums, the highlight being the <a href="http://www.oaxaca-mio.com/atrac_turisticos/museos/museodelospintores.htm">Museo de Pintores Oaxqueños</a> (Oaxacan Painters Museum). The beautiful paintings are housed in one of the many colonial buildings with big, white columns, large rooms with large windows and balconies, and a central courtyard. We went to the textiles museum (aside from the history presented in the museum I think the textiles in the shops nearby are more impressive than the museum), several contemporary art galleries, and a photo exhibit (about half of which focused on documenting the violence related to drug trafficking in Mexico, very graphic and very depressing). We took a tour of the <a href="http://www.oaxaca.gob.mx/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=131:jardin-etnobotanico&catid=31:museos&Itemid=38">Jardìn Etnobotànico</a> (Ethnobotanical Gardens) which houses many native plants from Oaxaca, a state that is home to seven of the eight life zones found in Mexico. The gardens were beautiful and very impressive, especially considering the short amount of time the space has been dedicated to this purpose (since 1998) and the very small budget available. Last but not least, we found a nice little bar down the street from the botanical gardens called Etnobotanas, cheap beer and a great Guatemalan bartender (better service there than some of the fancier places I`ve eaten). <br />
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From Oaxaca to San Cristobal de las Casas in Chiapas, our next stop, is normally an 11-hour bus ride. We decided we were going to splurge a little and take the more expensive luxury bus to be more comfortable for our overnight journey. Unfortunately we learned (after paying for another night at the hostel in Oaxaca because we thought the luxury bus was sold out) that the luxury buses were not making the trip to Chiapas due to the poor road conditions (remember all those landslides?), so we ended up going on a bus like the others we`ve used in Mexico (which was just fine). Although it was dark out while we traveled, I managed to see some of the road, as well as some places where the road used to be before it got washed down the mountain. A little disconcerting.<br />
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</div><strong>San Cristòbal de las Casas &; Palenque, Chiapas</strong><br />
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We arrived in San Cristòbal de las Casas (Sàncris) early in the morning Friday before last. We checked in at Posada 5, where we were received by Yolanda, a very kind Guatemalan woman who is the soul of the hostel. We met some wonderful people at the hostel, both the owners (young Mexican men) are really cool, as were the other guests. This hostel had a kitchen, which was the heart of the place, as is the case in so many houses. We ended up sharing several meals and good conversation with the folks at the hostel in the kitchen, and just hanging out, playing music (snapping my fingers counts, right?), and drinking coffee, tequila, whatever. We did our shopping at the market, very close to the hostel, affordable, and with a huge diversity of foods. After not having a kitchen in Oaxaca (not to mention the one place that we did not feel completely safe in Oaxaca was at the market near the hostel), it was great to be back in our routine of shopping and cooking for ourselves. We walked around the town of San Cristòbal and visited El Cerrito, a small hill that actually has trees growing on it (although I don`t know if it does much in terms of providing any kind of habitat). There is a church on top of the hill, which shouldn`t come as a surprise, because there are churches everywhere, on top of almost every hill, Mayan pyramid, in front of every park. We went out dancing with some of our new friends from the hostel, live salsa, it was great! There are many other cool things to do around Sàncris but we couldn`t afford to do any of them, we`ll just have to go back one day. One thing we intentionally did not do was visit one of the many surrounding indigenous villages; I don`t like the idea of going to look at people living their lives as if they are some sort of exhibit, especially after I`ve seen so many indigenous folks who have not benefited from the introduction of western culture. If we want to preserve cultural diversity I don`t think introducing tourism to every isolated indigenous village is the way to do it. <br />
After two nights in Sàncris we traveled to Palenque, also in the state of Chiapas but very different. Sàncris is in the Chiapan Highlands at 2100 m above sea level, chilly at night, thin air, while Palenque is in the humid lowlands, 600 m above sea level. The trip to Palenque was also disconcerting; it was light out so we could actually see the hundreds of landslides along the way and some rocks even fell on the roof of the bus at one point. It started raining just before we arrived which made us nervous, the land didn`t seem like it could take more water, but we arrived safely. The fact that bus drivers here seem to think they`re competing in the Indy 500 and not driving on pothole-filled, landslide-ridden, narrow, winding, unmarked Mexican roads doesn`t help much in these situations, either. It seems so obvious to me that the landslides are, in most cases, a direct result of deforestation, even the president acknowledged this in a speech after the Oaxaca landslide. We passed some areas where more trees were being cut and you could already see the miniature landslides and erosion taking place. Although it feels like it to me, maybe recognizing that cutting down trees and removing all the vegetation whose roots hold the soil together isn`t common sense. Education is crucial! I also saw a trashslide; what had been a dump on a hill slid down to the road below, like a landslide, but all plastic trash instead of soil. Who is to blame for that? The people who put the trash there? Yes. The companies that produce, advertise, and sell cheap plastic crap? Definitely. The government for building a road and no retaining wall? Of course. <br />
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In Palenque we stayed in La Cañada, the ecotourism zone of the town. It is mostly made up fancy, expensive hotels, but we stayed at Hostel Yaxkin, a cute place with friendly staff that we could afford. Thank goodness we stayed in La Cañada, where there are still trees at least, because the rest of town is all concrete, hot, and generally icky. La Cañada was pretty dead as it is the low season, which was fine with us. We didn`t do much in Palenque, we only spent one night and we are running out of money, so we hung out at the hostel and I started teaching Koki how to knit with some of the beautiful yarn we bought in Oaxaca. He is a fast learner! The next time we`re in Chiapas I definitely want to go to the Palenque ruins, I regret that we didn`t go but we felt we couldn`t swing it financially at the time and we would have been somewhat rushed. <br />
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</div><strong>Playa del Carmen &; Tulum, Quintana Roo</strong><br />
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We took another all night bus ride from Palenque to Playa del Carmen (Playa) in the state of Quintana Roo on the Yucatàn peninsula. Wow, what a change. Even though we are still technically in Mexico, this is not a Mexican town. Ten years ago this was a sweet little beach town and the beach is still beautiful, but now it’s a huge city. Everything is super expensive (good thing we were frugal in Palenque, I guess), there isn`t even a market; instead there`s Mega, owned by Wal-Mart. This is the overflow of rich, arrogant, obnoxious tourists that don`t fit in Cancùn anymore. It is kind of like Miami Beach (from what I hear), but with fewer Latinos. I don`t even want to imagine what it would be like in the high season. I don`t understand why people feel the need to leave their home country if they just want to go somewhere that has all the same crappy restaurants and plastic crap made in China; use the money you`d spend on this trip to build an artificial beach and stay home! It is a challenge for me to be in places like this; I`m definitely not a native (there can`t be very many since this was only a tiny village until very recently), I`m not Latina, I`m white, I speak Spanish, I`m not rich, I`m actually interested in what this place was like before it became a tourist destination, in the local flora and fauna. I don`t really fit in with any demographic and I get frustrated when everyone tries to sell me crap, in English. The Gringos get blamed often for making this place what it is, but the blaming is often done by people who are benefiting from the tourism industry and perpetuating it. There is construction absolutely everywhere and the city just keeps spreading in every direction possible (it can`t spread into the ocean, but Cozumel and all of its tourist development can be seen from the beach). Recently in Tenacatita, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, the army came in with bulldozers and plowed down the palapas on the beach, palapas set up by people who make a living by selling food, etc. to people who came to visit the beach. The rumor is that some Donald Trump-type developer who owns a lot of property around this beautiful beach decided it is time to develop and wanted all those people out of the way. Most of the people who made their living on the beach at Tenacatita were not property owners, but apparently some of the property owners in the area and suing. I wonder if the development boom in Playa started.<br />
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One day we went to Tulum, towards Belize from Playa on the peninsula. It is not as developed as Playa but it seems to be heading the same direction. We visited the ruins, along with what seemed like the entire population of Florida, half of Germany, and about two thirds of Spain. The ruins are unique in that they are right on the beach; the inhabitants could see who was coming by sea. The structures were impressive, but getting to them required navigating through something that reminded me of Disney World. We got to see voladores which was cool, although the car alarms, noisy little train that takes people to the ruins, and people trying to sell you crap kind of distracted from what should be a ritual. We later went to the Tulum beach. Everything was super expensive and it felt like 90210 or something, we actually saw people leave the beach to go to their fancy hotels then come back out with different bathing suits on. The ocean was absolutely delicious, though, and the sand was almost as white as my belly. On the way to the beach Koki`s friend and our host here took us to a piece of property he owns in the mangrove, where we saw our first cenote. Most cenotes are pools in the forest or in the mangroves, holes of varying depths filled with freshwater and all connected by a system of underground rivers and caves. Yesterday we went to a couple cenotes where we swam and snorkeled (we really regretted not getting in the cenote on Koki`s friend`s property, but it was our first time and apparently a crocodile lives there and we chickened out). The first we snorkeled in was in the forest and had great areas for snorkeling, awesome fish and lots of dragonflies and birds. The water was cool and so refreshing; the closest thing I have experienced are the coldwater springs in northern Florida (which are also technically cenotes). The second cenote was partially in a cave, you could either walk through next to the water or snorkel, we did both. The fish did not seem bothered by the fact that we were standing, swimming, snorkeling, whatever right there next to them, they actually come up and nibble on your legs if you just stand in the water. I`m surprised no one has opened a cenote spa and marketed this as bioexfoliation or something. Words and photos cannot do the cenotes justice, they are truly amazing. It is really sad to hear that there used to be cenotes where Playa is now, they have been filled in and now having buildings on top of them, probably with swimming pools that aren`t nearly as cool as cenotes… they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot (and a Wal-Mart, and a five-star hotel, and a McDonald`s)…<br />
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</div>We want to head to the beach one last time this afternoon and maybe to the international arts festival going on in Playa (something free!). Tomorrow we head to Belize. Mexico is a very interesting place, such a huge country in every sense. The Yucatàn feels like a different country than General Cepeda, and both are so different from Sàncris. I have had a wonderful experience in this country and I definitely plan to return!<br />
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Check out <a href="http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Quintana-Roo/Playa-del-Carmen/blog-537838.html">Koki`s blog</a>, too!Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-35438938529086104832010-09-28T21:04:00.000-07:002010-09-28T21:04:58.006-07:00Farm 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.<br />
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<b>Erongarìcuaro</b><br />
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Wednesday before last we traveled from <a href="http://www.patzcuaro.com/">Pàtzcuaro</a> to <a href="http://www.eronga.com.mx/">Erongarìcuaro</a>. 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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</tbody></table>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.<br />
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<b>Puebla</b><br />
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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!).<br />
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<b>Mèxico (the state)</b><br />
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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.<br />
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<b>Mèxico (the city)</b><br />
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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 (<i>Taxodium mucronatum</i> in case Howie is reading this), a bunch of exotic <i>Casuarina</i> 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.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKYzqCwl7FI/TKKyB9UYlzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HK93GBbGRAg/s1600/P1050784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>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...Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-6314073379062273162010-09-14T07:46:00.000-07:002010-09-14T07:46:30.572-07:00Zacatecas, Guadalajara, and PàtzcuaroHola amigos, an update of our time between farms...<br />
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Last Wednesday we traveled from General Cepeda to Zacatecas for two nights. The first afternoon we saw a parade right by the hostel, some combination of indigenous dance and the Catholic church, interesting:<br />
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</tbody></table>There was a lot going on, as there is everywhere we`ve been, due to the upcoming bicentennial. The hostel in Zacatecas, <a href="http://www.hostalvillacolonial.com/">Hostal Villa Colonial</a>, was in a cool old building and the people who worked there were cool, but other than that it was unimpressive (i.e. the bathroom in our room had not been cleaned since the last guest, the toilet barely worked, etc.). The fact that the bus ride to Zacatecas totally sucked did not help the experience overall (again, serious bathroom issues, like they really shouldn´t even pretend they have one on the bus!). On Wednesday night we went to the fiestas, going on from 2-19 September for the bicentennial. It was kind of like a patriotic state fair, not really my cup of tea but it was fun. We heard many local mariachi bands and other singers which was great. While we were enjoying the music and a Corona Familiar (yes, apparently there is such a thing as family-sized beer), a guy from a local newspaper took our picture (we never did get the actual paper, oops) - here it is:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feria Nacional, Zacatecas</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>On Thursday, after getting our picture taken at breakfast by someone from another newspaper (didn`t get that one either), we rode the telefèrico (gondola/cable car, built by the Swiss) over the city to the park Cerro de la Bufa. Our time there was definitely the highlight of our Zacatecas experience, it is a beautiful place, full of nature and history. We did some birdwatching and waited out a big storm. The cable car was cool, except for the obnoxious `driver` (really `door opener/closer) who, as soon as I responded that I was from the US, proceeded to ìnform` me that in Mexico there are United States, too, and that Mexico is part of North America, too. Yep, I know all of that, which is why I hadn`t said anything to the contrary. It made me realize that its not just other gringos that perpetuate the US-centric stereotype, there is definitely some prejudice that forces the stereotype on some of us. Anyways, Zacatecas is an interesting city, lots of square, colorful buildings in between the hills, and of course lots of churches (interesting architecturally, but not something that entertains me all day).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Telefèrico and part of Zacatecas, with Cerro de la Bufa in the distance</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the meteorological station on Cerro de la Bufa, overlooking Zacatecas</td></tr>
</tbody></table>On Friday morning we traveled from Zacatecas to Guadalajara, another crappy (literally) bus ride. The taxi we got to the hostel had some Soda Stereo and other rock (in Spanish) cranked, a really wonderful change from banda and norteña, which are fine in small doses, but that`s all we`ve been hearing lately. Oh, speaking of music we hear all the time, there`s some sort of marching band with what sounds like 500 cornetas going by at the moment. We checked in at Bed`n`Travel Hostel, southwest of the center of Guadalajara. The staff members were awesome and the place was clean, but there were a few weird things: people steal stuff, so there were no lighters for the gas stove in the kitchen (which is on the roof - cool), no toilet paper unless you ask for it, etc. The clientelle they have received so far apparently don`t understand the hostel etiquette, too bad. On Friday night we went to Tlaquepaque, a suburb of Guadalajara, and heard some live mariachi music and saw a ballet folclòrico. On the way there a bus driver slammed the door in my face and almost ran us over, but after that people were very helpful in guiding us to the three buses it took to get there. On Saturday we went to downtown, saw La Catedral and Mercado San Juan de Dios and walked around, then hiked what felt like a million blocks to Parque Agua Azul. It was pretty lame, we were hoping to do some birdwatching but the only birds to be found were in cages or grackles in the various exotic trees. After that we walked what felt like two million blocks to get back downtown (wrong turn, got to see the auto parts zone of Guadalajara, though, woohoo) and hear some mariachi music at the Plaza de Los Mariachis.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">La famosa Catedral de Guadalajara</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mercado San Juan de Dios, Guadalajara</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>On Sunday we went to the nearby town of Tequila and toured the Las Alboradas distillery (on Facebook). This is a small distillery which uses a more traditional process than the larger distilleries like Cuervo and Sauza. They use organic agave but it sounds like there are some things they could do to be more sustainable, at least its a step in the right direction. We wanted to visit their agave fields but weren`t able to. We learned at the tequila museum that one of the problems associated with the way almost all the distilleries do things is that they don`t allow the agave to flower, because once it flowers it is no longer good for making tequila. This means that there is very limited sexual reproduction and that the bats and hummingbirds that depend on the plant for food have much less to eat than they could if more agaves were allowed to flower. The plant produces clones which are used to plant the next crop. The blue agave only flowers every 7-9 years, so it takes planning ahead to have a crop ready for tequila production. We ended up buying El Gran Jubileo Reposado. We learned on the tour that the lime and salt tradition started to actually hide the taste of crappy tequila and that much more appropriate companions are orange (for tequila blanco, the youngest), strawberry (for reposado), and chocolate (for añejo, the oldest). We tried their tequilas with oranges and chocolate and it was definitely a million times better than Cuervo with lime and salt! They also make cookies with some of the agave sugar and fiber. The distillery has won prizes over all the big distilleries, not surprising. We also visited a very old distillery, their tequila wasn`t as good but they had some interesting, impressive equipment. I wish I could have brought my chemistry students on a field trip to a distillery when they learned about distillation!<br />
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</tbody></table>Yesterday we traveled to Pàtzcuaro, a small town in the state of Michoacàn. It is a very picturesque place with lots of interesting, pre-columbian and hispanic history. We might come back here after our time at the next farm, which is about 30 km from here. Last night we stayed at <a href="http://www.valmenhotel.com.mx/index.htm">Hotel Valmen</a>, a very sweet (and clean!) little hotel in the historic downtown. At noon today we`re going to the bus station to meet Luis, a new friend we met just before we left NC through one of my oldest and dearest friends, Jess. Luis returned to Mexico about the same time we began our journey after living in the US for half his life. He and his family are about to begin an agricultural undertaking they have been planning and working towards for some time now. The three of us will work on the farm near Erongarìcuaro together for the next week or so.<br />
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</tbody></table>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-30460264214852914292010-09-05T17:14:00.000-07:002010-09-05T17:15:38.148-07:00Rancho El Chuzo, General Cepeda, Coahuila, MéxicoHola mi gente, I hope everyone is doing well. A summary of the past week...<br />
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We arrived at <a href="http://rancho-el-chuzo.blogspot.com/">Rancho El Chuzo</a> last Sunday afternoon, just after the other WWOOFer had arrived. I´ll get the negative part out of the way now: the other WWOOFer sucks, total lack of conciousness and work ethic, if you ask me (or Koki). It has been part of the learning experience, though, as it has prompted us to discuss what we would do if we received such a WWOOFer on our future farm. Okay, onto the good stuff... The family who lives and works on the farm is made up of Bernardo (father), Anne (mother, French), Numa (son, 3 1/2 years old), Limaya (daughter, 9 months old), and José Luis (Bernardo´s father). Bernardo and Anne are the same ages as Koki and me; we are at very different points on very similar journeys. Anne came to the farm as a volunteer; she calls herself a permanent volunteer. They are a wonderful, welcoming family and we have become friends. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house at Rancho El Chuzo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aragon (a.k.a Numa in a costume made by Anne)</td></tr>
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Rancho El Chuzo is located behind the General Cepeda town cemetery, about a five minute walk to town. On the farm there are cows, pigs, chickens, there was a burro until yesterday (someone bought it who could use it more, if they don´t work they can be a pain in the ass, pun intended), two Scotty dogs, a windmill that was for the well but has been replaced with a solar pump since there often wasn´t enough wind, solar panels for electricity, a graywater system (under construction), a blackwater system, a composting toilet (more like a latrine), impressive gardens (especially for such an arid region), reforested areas, lots of magueys (a type of agave, a crop older than corn with many uses), and an orchard (mostly peaches). The house is technically José Luis´, Bernardo and Anne have the foundation in place for their house but haven´t been able to continue with construction for some time. The house is very cool, adobe, carrizo roof, nice and cool in the day and cozy warm at night, they have a dorm-type room for WWOOFers where we slept the first night but since then we´ve been sleeping in the tent, the breeze and the stars and the giant orange moon were too enticing. They are off the grid, I mentioned the water and electricity, they cook and refrigerate (dorm fridge) with gas. We´ve adapted well to using little water and electricity and to living with intermitent use of these luxuries when there isn´t enough sun, which has been the case the past couple of days. Its kind of like going back in time in many ways. We all eat lunch together in the main part of the house, cooking and sharing meals has been a fun part of getting to know the family and the farm. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Milk, yogurt, and cheese thanks to this baby´s mama</td></tr>
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We have been working hard on several projects... We have been cleaning (mowing? weeding? I think I´m losing some English) the orchard with hand tools: machete, sling blade, and the rosadera (small toothed hand sickle, awesome tool!) to clean carefully around the bases of the trees. The other really hard physical labor we´ve been doing is working on the new graywater system (the old one didn´t work out, we´ve already learned some things to do and some things to not do when it comes to graywater). The new system will take graywater (from sinks and showers) to a small canal behind the house. The canal will lead to five trees that will be planted in holes we dug surrounded by a canal which will be filled with organic material. The water will thus be used to water the trees and the mulch will help anything besides water be composted and turned into soil. Digging the holes was a tough job, lots of rock, but we´re ready to plant trees now. These two jobs (orchard and digging holes) have been our morning jobs, before it gets too hot. <br />
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In the afternoons we´ve been cleaning cascavel chile peppers that are used to make the chorizo that they sell. This inolves cutting the stem off of dried chile peppers, cutting it open, removing the seeds and veins, and tearing the pepper in half. Its not so bad as long as I have gloves (which I didn´t the first day we did it, ouch!). Unfortunately they won´t be making chorizo while we´re here so we won´t actually get to participate in the rest of the process, but we do have the recipe! We have learned how to make lots of other yummy things and almost have quite a collection of recipes after just a week... granola, yogurt, several different cheeses, nopales (prickly pear cactus pads), Irish cream, all of these from José Luis. One day we made bread with Anne, starting by washing, separating, and drying the winter wheat they grew on the farm, then grinding it, making the dough, starting the fire in the adobe oven, and finally baking the bread there. We made several flavors, all with ingredients from the farm: granola, garlic and oregano, rosemary, fennel. In the end it was kind of dry (we forgot to put cups of water in the oven with the bread) and is definitely WHOLE wheat bread (the first batch of flour that we ground was extremely coarse). <br />
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We have been eating almost entirely from the farm, we love it! They grow wonderful tomatoes, garlic, onions, peppers, herbs, greens (arugula grows wild here!), peaches, pomegranites, cucumbers, corn... plus the dairy products, chorizo, and a few eggs. Peaches, apples, and pecans are all grown locally; we´re definitely still in North America! It rained on Friday night and yesterday, not a typical desert downpour, but a nice gentle rain most of the night and day, just what the gardens need. They plan to build a rainwater catchment system at Rancho El Chuzo using the tank that was part of the old graywater system to take full advantage of the sparse rains. Things definitely look much more alive today and lots of plants are flowering.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummmmmmmm</td></tr>
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Last night we were all invited to a lamb roast at Rancho La Gloria, owned by the same family (Sofía and Emilio and their children) that owns the restaurant Los Portales that I mentioned in the last post. It was a wonderful evening! The lamb was delicious, raised and butchered on the farm, cooked over maguey leaves in a metal box with the fire built on top for about 4 hours. We also had tequila drinks with fresh quince fruit juice and cajeta de membrillo for dessert, all very typical. We were going to go to a baile (dance) before heading back to El Chuzo but we ended up staying at La Gloria until late and we were tired. There was a wedding yesterday evening and the baile was the reception. The tradition here is that everyone in town is invited to the party after a wedding. It would have been nice to go to the party and learn some new dances, but at least we got to hear the music from where we were (right up the hill from the baile). The party was at el castillo (the castle), a house (really, it is more like a castle) that was in the family many years ago, then sold, then bought by the family again. We´re planning to go back to La Gloria on Tuesday to really see the farm, including a machine they have to treat milk with pressure instead of pasteurizing it with heat to prolong shelf life in order to market it outside of General Cepeda (where many folks have their own cows) without destroying its delicious flavor. It sounds like Bernardo and Anne will sell their milk this way, with the milk from La Gloria, which will save them the time they currently spend selling the raw milk door-to-door in town.<br />
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We have become friends with the family, it will be sad to leave on Wednesday. My birthday was last Tuesday and the family (and Koki) sang me the traditional Mexican birthday song, Las Mañanitas. I felt very much at home and will definitely never forget my 29th birthday. Sweet little Limaya has gotten very comfortable with Koki and me, fun but also useful as we are able to take care of her sometimes if Bernardo and Anne need to do something with both hands. Numa is a wild child, but so intelligent, I really can´t believe he isn´t even four years old. After kindergarten he goes to La Casa de Jugar (the Playhouse), run by Bernardo´s mother Tobi, where there are several rooms with different activities that the kids take part in as they please. This is not only important for the development of the children who go there, but for their mothers, who otherwise are homebound in the afternoon. Anne pointed out that in France, school lasts all day, giving women much more freedom, compared to Mexico where short school days and many other things basically prevent women from having much freedom. They have talked about moving to France, life seems like it would be easier in some ways (more like-minded people, less corruption, etc.) but they have invested so much here that it would be very hard to leave just now, too. Bernardo and Anne have both traveled and WWOOFed in many countries and are very knowledgeable, creative, hardworking people. We really hope they´ll be able to come visit us in Costa Rica one day and we definitely hope to come back to General Cepeda. <br />
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José Luis is a national treasure, a curator of the living museum that is northern Mexico. We have had many wonderful discussion with him on a wide variety of subjects and we have learned a lot about life in Mexico, a completely different reality than that of the USA or Costa Rica. He used to publish a newspaper as a way to educate people about the history of this country... true stories were taken from the national archive and published in a newspaper, just like present day but with the historical information and dates, including classified advertisements for selling slaves and such. José Luis is a trained and passionate historian, most interested in stories of everyday life and not of heroes. He worked in political campaigns for some time as well and shared with us some of his views on the political environment in Mexico. One party, PRI, was in control of Mexico for around 80 years (not the party he worked with). In those days there was one cartel that had a relationship with the government, was basically paid to do the government´s dirty work, and as a result dominated the other cartels. When things changed and PRI was no longer in control, this relationship changed, supposedly an end to the corruption, but in the end it just meant that the smaller cartels gained power and there is still tons of corruption in the government at many levels, and look where we are in terms of the narcos. To me, as an ecologist, it somewhat resembles the removal of a top-level predator from a system, the balance that existed, even though it might not have been ideal for everyone, was upset. Even this small town doesn´t escape the tight grasp of corruption. On September 15 Mexico will celebrate 200 years of independence, 100 years ago the Mexican revolution began, and in 2010 Mexico is again at a crucial point in its history.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buenas noches...</td></tr>
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Also check out <a href="http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/GALLO-PINTO/">Koki´s blog</a>Fernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-49436771724784414322010-08-29T13:18:00.000-07:002010-08-29T14:00:44.643-07:00Some GOOD news from MexicoThis is another long one, sorry folks. So much for posting every week or two, that was harder than I thought it would be in the USA, but I´ll get to that...<br />
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<b>Goodbye Carolinas</b><br />
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We had a lovely time in Brevard NC with my mom. Next we spent a week in Iva SC with my dad and stepmom and visited my grandfather Perky and my great aunt Elaine in Anderson SC. It was sad to say goodbye but we had a really nice visit with my family. My mom came down at the end of the week to see us off. It seemed very fitting that I departed from the place I lived for the first six years of my life for this adventure. My dad and stepmom drove us to Atlanta on the 21st to catch our first train...<br />
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<b>Train travel, welcome to NOLA, Lafayette</b><br />
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</tbody></table>We are definitely fans of train travel! Our tickets instructed us to arrive 30 minutes prior to the departure time and we got there over an hour early. Right when we got to the Amtrak station in Atlanta there was an announcement: three minutes remaining to check baggage (so much for 30 minutes!). We hurried over to the counter but in the 30 seconds or so it took us to get there the bagagge checker had already closed up shop and we couldn´t check bags. Being accustomed to traveling with airlines, we freaked out a little, especially when the man at the desk said we could just send our bags on tomorrow´s train (not an option as we weren´t going to be in New Orleans when the next day´s train would arrive). He could tell we were freaking out and told us to chill, that we could just take our bags on the train with us. I specifically asked if this was an option when I bought the tickets and was told no. We took our bags on the train and everything was totally find. Amtrak might be a little disorganized in some ways but in the end it was super easy, approximately 100 million times better than traveling with an airline.<br />
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Riding the Crescent train was a fun experience. The staff on the train are super friendly and you get to see the countryside. That was interesting; Alabama was pretty depressing because it seemed so depressed economically (and because the entire train corredor is completely covered in kudzu). I´m sure this economic depression reaches much further back than the recent recession, back to the time when many factories moved overseas, even back to the days of slavery and abolition. Most towns were practically deserted, made up mostly of closed factories and shops. Mississippi seemed to be in better shape.<br />
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We saw a beautiful sunset and the cemeteries as we arrived in New Orleans around 8pm. We stayed at India House Hostel, definitely a funky place, not the dirtiest and not the cleanest hostel I´ve stayed in, lots of character. We stayed in the Voodoo Room, very small and hadn´t been cleaned since the previous guests, but it wasn´t a big deal because they give you clean sheets when you check in and that´s really all I care about. We hung out at the hostel that night and met some very cool people: Esteban from Mexico City, Derek from southern California, Eduardo and Veronica from Brazil (they live in Rio de Janeiro and invited us to stay with them on the southern portion of Adventures in America, to take place in 2014). The last three are traveling together and we hope to see then in Costa Rica one day soon. <br />
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The next morning we were picked up by the Avis shuttle, which we shared with what has to be one of the rudest, most obnoxious boys on the planet, the English version of the most obnoxious fratboy you can imagine. At least it wasn´t a gringo that was the most embarrassing human being around for once. Very rude to the driver, cussing up a storm, pitched a fit with the Avis agent when he couldn´t pick up a car that was being paid for with his friend´s credit card. Definitely provided validation that its best to just relax and go with the flow, don´t let those bumps in the road get you all bent out of shape. We (very calmly and politely) rented our Ford Focus and headed out to Lafayette to visit my great aunt Jeanne (Elaine´s sister, both my maternal grandma´s sisters). We stopped at <a href="http://ecocafeno.com/">EcoCafe</a> on Canal St. for breakfast. What a great restaurant! Lots of local/organic ingredients and water/energy saving features (efficient toilets, real towels, exactly the right amount of cream for your coffee, etc.) in addition to many original features in the remodeled building (my favorite being the floor to ceiling hardwood pocket doors). The restaurant supports <a href="http://www.blogger.com/NOLA%20Green%20Roots">NOLA Green Roots</a>, a very cool initiative, as well as local farms. <br />
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On Sunday afternoon we arrived in Lafayette at Jeff and Tana´s house (my second cousin, once removed, I think, and his wife who is from Thailand)where my great aunt Jeanne is living. We spent the afternoon with them and had a lot of fun playing knucklehead with Jeanne and Tana. We spent Sunday night at the <a href="http://bluemoonhostel.com/site/">Blue Moon Guesthouse and Saloon</a>, what a great place! We were supposed to have a double bed in one of the two dorm rooms, but before we arrived a group of five girlfriends checked into that room. Shelly, the manager, felt sorry for us and thought we would be more comfortable in another room so she cut us a really good deal on the Gallery or Cowgirl room (private double with private half bath). The hostel is really nice, cleaner than my house has been on the average day, saloon in back of the house where we enjoyed some live music that night. On Monday we visited with aunt Jeanne some more and showed her some of our gear. She and her late husband, Russ, did lots of traveling and camping, so she definitely had something to compare our new gear to in terms of weight, etc. She shared some wonderful stories, including that of the first time she went camping (which did not go quite as planned and involved hot chocolate for dinner and sleeping under the stars on the side of a mountain instead of the cabin they were supposedly hiking to, but it didn´t turn her off from camping!). On Monday we had a fabulous lunch at Tana and Jeff´s restaurant, <a href="http://www.pimonthai.net/">Pimon Thai</a>. We were treated like VIP and got to try the specialties of the house, all made by Tana, who is a very talented chef. My dream of a giant bowl of Tom Kha came true and Tana even gave us a big container to take with us. We also tried the soft-shell crab, fish (the whole thing), beef and vegetables in oyster sauce, shrimp-fried rice, and Sriracha shrimp. Possibly the best part of the meal was dessert: homemade coconut icecream with palm fruits and fried bananas.<br />
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<b>N´awlins</b><br />
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We arrived back at India House Hostel in NOLA on Monday night and checked into Alan´s Amen this time. Ugh. Not cleaned since the last guest, again, and I saw a mouse trying to get into our bags. It scurried away into a hole under the bed, where we also saw a giant cockroack (the kind referred to as skateboards in Koki´s family); that was when we decided to set up the tent on top of the bed (the only place it would fit). On Monday night we hung out at the hostel and made some new friends, Franches from France and Boston Jay from... Boston. Jay had an awesome harmonica and we all enjoyed some tunes played on it by Jay, Franches, and Koki. <br />
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On Tuesday we rode the Canal streetcar to the cemeteries (interesting, but we ended up there because we got on going the wrong direction, oops). We went to the French Quarter and wandered around the French Market, where we had piña coladas and gumbo and heard some live music. Koki was video taping the band and the singer held up a sign. He thought it was the name of the band and zoomed in, only to realize it said "No video taping" or something to that effect. Oops. He did get some good video of a guy dancing with his broom to the music. We went back to the hostel to take a nap and get ready to head back downtown for some music and nightlife later on. We saw some of the friends we had met previously and everyone was headed to a $12 show, out of our price range (unless we weren´t going to drink, haha), so we were just going to head downtown and see what there was to see for free. We started talking to Julien, from France (but living and working in England), who was also going to wander downtown. We ended up talking until 3am and never went out, too bad we missed the N´awlins nightlife but we had one of the best conversations ever. It was really interesting to share stories and travel tales from the perspectives of people from three different countries, discuss how stereotypes of our three countries compare to reality... Julien was impressed with the warm, friendly people he has met in the USA, not at all like the stereotype he hears in Europe. It was refreshing for me to hear this, I definitely have some shame associated with the stereotype of ´Americans´, because unfortunately many who go abroad fulfill this stereotype of... the world is mine mine mine gimme gimme gimme. Julien also shattered some stereotypes, e.g does not sport a Speedo. I went to bed feeling like theis world is a really good place despite the negativity we see on the news.<br />
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<b>Train ride and San Antonio</b><br />
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On Wednesday morning we caught the Sunset Limited train to San Antonio. In the NOLA Amtrak station we met Roger, a very interesting and kind train traveler. He has traveled extensively on mountaineering and sailing trips and now travels by train very frequently. He gave us some tips about getting good train fares (definitely helpful, as this is how I will travel when I take long trips within the USA in the future) and showed us his room in the sleeper car, very cool. This train was a little fancier, very nice observation car with seats facing huge windows and a dining car where we had dinner with Roger. I didn´t get much sleep (never do in a seat, might shop for a room or roomette if I take a long train trip at night again) but luckily we arrived earlier than expected in San Antonio. <br />
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We took a taxi to the KOA and set up the tent, trying to avoid the billions of ants that were absolutely everywhere, a challenge, but easier than avoiding the smell of sewage that was also everywhere. Does KOA legally have to call it "kamping" because its not really camping? We got some sleep and headed to downtown San Antonio on Thursday. What a cool city! We went to the Greyhound station to print our tickets for the next day and to purchase tickets out of Mexico, supposedly an immigration requirement for entering the country. We walked around the Riverwalk and had lunch at <a href="http://www.zunigrill.com/">Zuni´s</a> (the highlight was the prickly pear margarita). We visited the Alamo and went to the post office in the federal building(i.e. going through airport-type security to mail a book, god forbid I carry a pocket knife!). We then started what turned out to be a fruitless journey to use the internet. We waited to catch the streetcar to the library, the only place with internet and computers for people to use. We waited for a while, and when the streetcar arrived the driver told us it was better to catch the streetcar going the other direction because it would drop us right in front of the library. We waited for a while and caught that streetcar, and the driver told us no, it would be better to ride the original car we tried, which would take 8 minutes and get us two blocks from the library as opposed to 30 minutes to the library door. So, we waited again, and the driver seemed mad at us that we were taking the other guy´s advice and not his. We finally made it to the vicinity of the library and even to the actual entrance, which was completely disguised by construction and almost impossible to find. Wow, we were there! We went in and asked about using the computers they had available. We were given a ticket with a guest username and told to sign in on the main computer. We headed over to the 8 (yes, EIGHT) computers that are available for the computerless general public of San Antonio Texas USA. There were 16 people in line ahead of us, each allowed up to two hours on the computer. So, that is why I have not posted until now. The whole wasted afternoon made me realize how different it is to travel in the USA like we are traveling: no vehicle, no laptop. Very disappointing. Catching a bus and finding an internet cafe are two relatively easy tasks in many other countries. We headed back to the KOA for a dip in the pool and to do laundry. While I was getting stuff packed up in tent (safe from the ants), a woman approached the tent from one of the many fancy RVs. She had made us some snacks because she "knew we were camping" (like its some sort of handicap or something). Martha gave us with two sandwiches she had made, a bag of goldfish crackers, and a quart of organic unsweetend soy milk, because she´s "into organic food". I told her about our trip and found out she is originally from Guadalajara Mexico. Wow, we hadn´t even arrived in Mexico yet and already the image of Mexico that is portrayed lately on the US news was being turned on its head by Martha and Esteban. <br />
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<b>Bus, border, Mexico!</b><br />
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We caught a bus to Laredo Texas on Friday morning. We changed buses in Laredo and headed for the border. We met some really nice folks on the bus who were traveling to various parts of their home country, Mexico. We were definitely somewhat nervous about this portion of the trip, things are rough around the border now as I´m sure you all know. We just kept in mind all of the positive things that had happened on the trip so far and chatted with the folks we had met. Crossing the actual river was a breeze, then we stopped at immigration; this took about 15 minutes for Koki, me, and the only other non-Mexican on the bus to get processed. They never asked for our bus tickets, oh well, the peace of mind was worth the $5 we spent on tickets from Nuevo Laredo Mexico to Laredo Texas. We then headed to customs, where they ask for a volunteer from the bus to exit the bus and push a button: if the light is red, they search everything on the bus; if the light is green, we all go on. The light was green! We changed buses again in Nuevo Laredo and went through one more of these customs stops on the way to Monterrey, and the light was green again! We changed buses once again in Monterrey. The trip was beautiful. I hadn´t been in the desert/semidesert environment since I spent the summer volunteering through SCA with the trail crew in Big Bend National Park in Texas when I was 17. We traveled to Saltillo with the Sierra Madre mountains on either side of us. We arrived in Saltillo but didn´t make it to the bus terminal until about an hour later; the city is definitely larger than I had imagined. Esteban (who we met at India House the first night) had told us that Saltillo isn´t a great place (and also told us about some great places in northern Mexico). We had considered spending the night in Saltillo to arrive in General Cepeda where our first farm is located early in the day, but we decided to try to catch the bus to General Cepeda after seeing how huge Saltillo is and we arrived just in time to catch what we thought was the last bus (although apparently it wasn´t, not a surprising disrepancy given the total lack of interest in customer service on the part of the woman who sold us the tickets). On all except the bus to Saltillo we were able to carry on our big backpacks, which is good for peace of mind (the bus to Saltillo didn´t stop anywhere so no chance for them to disappear when the stow compartment is opened). There was no option to check our backpacks even if we had wanted to on the bus to General Cepeda, luckily it wasn´t too crowded because we take up a fair amount of space with all our stuff. We met a very nice woman named Miriam who suggested a hotel in General Cepeda and even told the driver to leave us at the door. We wanted to arrive well-rested to work on the farm.<br />
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We stayed Friday night and last night at Hotel Salvador, owned by Gloria and Luis. They are very sweet and Gloria is the interim director of the local technical high school which has a very strong agronomy program. She has invited us to visit the school one day while we are here to see what they´re doing and for us to share some of what we know that might be of interest to them. One thing we´re going to learn is how to make chorizo! We told her about WWOOF and encouraged her to look into it for the school. They know Bernardo (of <a href="http://rancho-el-chuzo.blogspot.com/">Rancho el Chuzo</a>, our first farm) and called him to come meet us yesterday. He told us they don´t work on Sunday so it would be fine if we show up this evening to start work tomorrow morning. <br />
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General Cepeda is a very nice little town, around 4000 people. It is beautiful, typically Mexican, adobe structures, burros hee-hawing all the time, norteña music everywhere at all hours. The people are so friendly, everyone says hello when you pass on the street. I definitely stand out and get looks, especially from little kids, but they seem intrigued and I haven´t felt disrespected at anytime. Yesterday afternoon we went out to find a cold beer and ended up meeting some guys at the beer store - Juan, Oscar, and Luis. We drank a few beers with them at Gerardo´s place, around the corner from the hotel. It is like most of the houses here, you enter from the street, go through part of the building, and then into the open central courtyard surrounded by the house. It was somewhat run down and he had some cocks for fighting, obviously not something I agree with, but they seemed very calm and well cared for. Gerardo is a cowboy: hat, big moustache, typical shirt with patterned yoke, big belt buckle, tight jeans, and of course boots. Everyone was so nice, we had a lot of fun talking to them about our trip, we even got the map out to discuss our route and they told us good places to visit and where they had been. Gerardo has never left this part of Mexico but I think all the rest of the 15 or so guys who showed up (probably to see the spectacle of these crazy foreigners) had worked in North Carolina at some point. They were so hospitable and generous (although we politely declined tequila drinks with ice) and interested in learning about us. I used the dirtiest bathroom I have ever seen, despite the gentlemanly efforts of Gerardo and Luis to clean it with 5-gallon buckets of water. I can see how this might sound scary to some of you based on what you hear on the news in the US, but we are in a small town, which I think keeps people honest, nowhere to hide. We are already running into people we know on the street and it is a good feeling. Koki was invited to play football (the real kind) with the guys on Tuesday and we´ll probably go have a beer after for my birthday.<br />
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We had dinner at Los Portales, where they have a big painting on the wall entitled "¿De dónde viene tu comida?" ("From where does your food come?"). It was a map with the locations of farms that provide food for the restaurant, and the chorizo comes from el Chuzo! We met the owner, Sofía, and asked her how they prepare the raw vegetables. She said they purify the water with drops and wash everything. We each ate a torta de choriqueso (chorizo and cheese sandwich) on the bread they make there. We ate the lettuce and tomato that came on the sandwich and hopefully we won´t regret it. So far so good on the digestive front, taking our GSE several times a day and using our Steripen UV water purifier. People are surprised that we don´t want to eat and drink everything, even though there is (a little) forein tourism here.<br />
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I understand there have been some terrible killings near the border in the past few days, very sad news. We were originally going to cross in our pickup at Matamoros and I am so glad we changed that plan. So far the trip has been wonderful and we have met wonderful people. Please keep this in mind when you see the news of horrible things happening in Mexico, there are really wonderful things happening here all the time, too. Tell people about what a positive experience we are having so far, spreading the good news is one way to combat all the negative things that are happening and the attention they are given on the news. We should be able to post again next weekend about our first week of work at el Chuzo.<br />
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Un abrazo fuerte,<br />
FernFernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325756321204237169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4635357099985673173.post-65272031336221038142010-08-15T14:40:00.000-07:002010-09-21T06:29:45.478-07:00Preparing for the journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKYzqCwl7FI/TGh6UYogDGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fcvLwruR66g/s1600/P1040543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKYzqCwl7FI/TGh6UYogDGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fcvLwruR66g/s320/P1040543.JPG" /></a></div><br />
15 August 2010<br />
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Hello friends, family, and any weird stalkers I might have so far (I have a machete),<br />
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I hope this first blog post finds you all well. As many of you know, my husband Koki and I are moving to Costa Rica. We plan to start an environmental education/research center and sustainable farm on our land in Los Alpes de Venecia in San Carlos (northern Costa Rica). Check out photos, etc. on our <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/Entre-QuebradasTween-Creeks/470305995036?ref=ts">facebook page</a>. While we were preparing for this adventure this summer Koki and I were also team-teaching Ecology and Spanish with Upward Bound Math & Science. It was a wonderful experience for us and for the students and very validating - this is what we want to do with our lives!<br />
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We began our journey to Costa Rica last Monday when we left Boone North Carolina, my home for the last 10 years. We plan to arrive in Costa Rica in December. We will be volunteering our way to Costa Rica through Mexico and Central America on small farms, many through <a href="http://www.wwooflatinamerica.com/">WWOOF</a> (Willing Workers On Organic Farms or WorldWide Opportunities on Organic Farms - whichever you like, I guess) and at an iguana conservation and breeding station. WWOOF is a network of organic farms that accept volunteers. Volunteers are provided with a place to sleep and food in exchange for working on the farm (although most of the farms we’ve written to ask for some financial contribution to food/cooking gas from short-term volunteers, and I’m okay with that).<br />
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We will be taking what we can carry on our backs on this adventure. We have already shipped three boxes of stuff and will ship one more with computers, degrees, and other “important” stuff. A couple more musical instruments will find their way down with family members when they visit. Although we’ve gotten rid of a ridiculous amount of stuff, I still feel like we have more than we really need. We shipped books, musical instruments, small kitchen appliances (the juicer will surely come in handy!), some clothing, some decorations to help our next place feel more like home, tools, and other things I can’t remember at the moment (we will arrive just before the holidays so we will literally be like kids on Christmas morning opening the boxes, lots of surprises!). How did I acquire so much stuff? I have tried to be conscious about not acquiring a lot of stuff - a true challenge in our society. I can’t imagine how much stuff I would have had I not moved so frequently throughout my life. While there are many benefits to living in one place your whole life, I can see that one benefit of moving is that it usually makes you evaluate which material things you want/need badly enough to haul from one place to another. I am really looking forward to living out of a backpack for the next four months and Koki and I have made a new rule for stuff: when something comes into the house, something else must leave.<br />
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In addition to shipping boxes we’ve been working on many other tasks associated with an international move. We have everything in order (that we can from the USA) to have our degrees recognized in Costa Rica - much easier than we expected so far! My residency application is almost complete - I have to write a letter explaining why I want to become a resident of Costa Rica, which should be pretty easy since there are so many reasons. We have to send everything to the Costa Rican consulate in Atlanta; then we have to deal with the rest once we arrive in Costa Rica (translation, interviews, etc.).<br />
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Another important step in preparing for this journey has been saying farewells. I’ve seen most of my good friends in the USA in the past few months… a reunion of my Waldorf school class (1st through 7th grade), farewell Boone party, mountain hikes, and visits to family. My mom Wendy is about to purchase a ticket to Costa Rica for January; it is nice that I won’t have to wait for an indefinite period of time to see her again. It is painful to say goodbye not only to my dear family in the eastern US, but to the forest… the smell of mixed hardwood leaf litter, clear streams, moss-covered rocks, salamanders, mist and the contrast of dark tree trunks and green leaves, spring wildflowers, finding crystals, mushrooms, knowing the names of most living things I see, even snow when it falls slowly and sticks to everything and makes the forest silent, blue mountains in the distance… these are a few things that come to mind when I try to articulate what it is that makes the forest here feel like home. Obviously many of these southern Appalachian natural wonders have counterparts where we’ll live in Costa Rica… the two places are so similar, and yet so different. But I digress, back to our plans…<br />
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Completely new experiences will commence on 21 August when my dad CAP and stepmom Theresa take us to Atlanta to catch our first Amtrak train. We’ll travel to New Orleans, Louisiana where we’ll spend one night at <a href="http://indiahousehostel.com/">India House Hostel</a>. We’ll rent a car and travel to Lafayette Louisiana to visit my great-aunt Jeanne, her son Jeff, and his wife Tana. We’ll spend one night at the <a href="http://bluemoonhostel.com/site/">Blue Moon Guest House and Saloon</a> in Lafayette and then head back to New Orleans for two more nights, giving us some time to explore the city. On 25 August we’ll catch another train to San Antonio Texas. We’ll camp at the <a href="http://www.koa.com/where/tx/43112/">KOA</a> for two nights and explore San Antonio a bit. (I promise it is coincidence that the two affordable places I found to stay in the USA have swimming pools; we understand we’re getting a little spoiled before heading to small subsistence farms in rural Mexico and Central America, which don’t all have swimming pools.)<br />
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In San Antonio we’ll catch a Greyhound bus to Laredo Texas, cross the border to Nuevo Laredo Mexico, and then on to Monterrey (northern) Mexico. From Monterrey we’ll travel to <a href="http://rancho-el-chuzo.blogspot.com/">Rancho El Chuzo</a> near General Cepeda, where we’ll work for two weeks. We’ll likely be helping out with some construction projects and hopefully with the peach harvest and production of peach conserves. They are using some technologies we are interested in using at our farm, like a windmill and solar electricity. We are looking forward to our first WWOOF experience on this small farm; we think we’ll learn a lot from some folks who have been doing something similar to what we want to do for ~6 years, and we hope we can be of help to them. I also look forward to spending my 29th birthday there (31 August)!<br />
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We don’t know what our exact route will be from Rancho El Chuzo to the second farm/community where we’ll volunteer, but we’ll spend a night or two along the way to break up the trip and see a little more of Mexico. The farm we'll visit is not officially a WWOOF farm but we heard about it from Marie Oaks at Bosque Village, a WWOOF farm we contacted. Marie lived near Boone for several years and has friends at ASU; small world. One of the projects we’ll probably help with at Rancho El Fresno is to divert runoff from the road through some filtration ponds.<br />
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We really appreciate the invitations from generous friends in Mexico! We will visit Ingrid in Puebla, a friend of Koki’s from the Permaculture course he attended in Costa Rica earlier this year. The last portion of our time in Mexico will be in Playa del Carmen, between Cancún and Tulum on the Yucatán peninsula, where Koki has more friends from the Permaculture course: Wally, Chaman (who has invited us to stay at his house), and Rodrigo (Ro). We’re looking forward to some beach time, checking out some archaeological sites, and hanging out with friends!<br />
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We will work on two WWOOF farms in Belize. <a href="http://belizebamboo.com/">Spanish Creek Rainforest Reserve</a> is growing bamboo and farming. SCRR is adjacent to the Spanish Creek Wildlife Sanctuary in Rancho Dolores. The couple that is living and working on the farm now are both ASU graduates; such a small world! We will also work for some other farms growing a wide variety of tropical fruits and veggies, making wine, and building/maintaining trails. (It sounds like there is a cooperative of several farms in the area that share resources including volunteers, we’re not totally sure yet how they are connected.)<br />
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In Guatemala we will work on Finca Santa Ines and visit family (Coto, Koki’s brother-in-law’s brother - is there a name for that?) in nearby Guatemala City. We would like to visit El Salvador but as of now we do not have plans to work there. We looked into working with the Permaculture Institute of El Salvador (IPES) but it doesn’t look like it will happen on this trip, unless something changes prior to the time we would reach El Salvador. At any rate we will be in touch with IPES and we might work with them in the future. In Honduras we will volunteer at the <a href="http://www.utila-iguana.de/">Iguana Station</a> on Utila Island off the Caribbean coast. We don’t have anything confirmed in Nicaragua yet but we are in contact with <a href="http://www.projectbonafide.com/">Project Bona Fide</a> on Ometepe Island in Lake Nicaragua and we might work there.<br />
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Well, thanks to those of you who are still reading, I know this was long. I’ll try to post frequently enough that posts don’t become monsters like this one. I tried to be concise but we’ve done a lot already to prepare, unfortunately keeping you all updated has not been one of those things. We should have internet access at least every two weeks, but hopefully once a week. I look forward to your comments/questions/suggestions/etc. I thank you all for your support! Check out <a href="http://www.mytb.org/GALLO-PINTO%20">Koki’s blog</a>, too.<br />
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Peace, <br />
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