Journal Entry 1/4/10 12:15pm
So instead of staying the night in La Cruz I am going to stay in Liberia... No, not that Liberia.
I got ripped off for a couple bucks by the cab driver that took me to the bus station, guess thatll teach me to keep smaller change. Oh well.
Met a French couple who only speak French and Spanish. Strange, I was just wondering this morning if I would ever meet someone who speaks only their native tongue and Spanish (outside of Americans) We didn´t talk much...
My bus arrived 45min early, so I will arrive with some daylight left, that'll be nice. Unfortunately there isn´t much space between my seat and the one in front of me, it´s going to be a long four and half hour ride. Cest la vie.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Enroute (San Jose, Costa RIca)
Alright folks, so now begins another chapter in my adventures. Things have changed dramatically in my course of action... Let's see, I am still going up to Nicaragua to Isla Ometepe and possibly Granada after a night stop in La Cruz, Costa Rica, but I don't think I will make it up to Guatemala. I really would like to but I need to be back here in a month because I am going to go stay at a Joshua's co-op for a few weeks and if I like it I will be saving all my money this year to buy a couple shares of his land. It is an amazing piece of land and they have a lot going on up there. They have a government funded biodiesel project going on, tons of fruits and veggies growing, and a bunch of chickens for eating and there is a ton more stuff in the works. They have this beautiful are set aside for the future village where the shareholders will be able to build up their cabinas. I can't see anything wrong with being self sustainable in the middle of the jungle with scarlet macaws flying about. So we will see what happens.
New Years was a great time, we hung out, ate great food, watched some great bellydancing and firedancing, and generally made party (as my German and Dutch friends would say.) We woke up the next day and headed to another party where we played a ton of games with gringos and ticos all side by side, it was great to see and a lot of fun. We headed home all thoroughly exhausted from the previous thirty-six hours of fun. I awoke the next day and headed into to town somewhat depressed to be leaving my family I'd had for the previous seven weeks, but I will be stopping by to see them on my way to Joshua's place in a month or so. I caught the bus into San Jose and Tranquilo Backpackers, where I have been for the last couple days. I am going to be catching another bus in an hour or so up to the border town of La Cruz where I will spend a night and cross the border early in the morning up to Rivas, Nicaragua. From there over to San Jorge where I will catch a ferry to the fantasy world of Isla Ometepe. Estoy emocionado.
Anyhow, I will try and elaborate on my farm adventures a little more. You have to understand though that time was non-existant there, and it is all but a blur, so the order of events get's a little tough to recall. There was the week when I had Dengue Fever, which I will never forget. It started the day after one of the WWOOFers going away party and I was feeling pretty bad, but I figured it was just the alcohol punishing me. I went into town to pick up some groceries and things but I started feeling worse and worse, so I rushed back to the farm and informed Liz that I thought I was in for a bad cold... WRONG, I was in for something that resembles the flu except ten times worse including star inducing body aches and hallucinations. I was stuck up at the shack in the jungle for the entire week, with a hundred and four temperature, laying in my hammock tent wondering if the reaper would be unzipping the net and dragging me to the void everafter. I was plagued with terrible nightmares of killing people and animals, when I could sleep that is. I woke one morning to find my thoughts racing by uncontrollably and felt like I was in a fog. I had the idea that I couldn't move my body easily and thought I would have to spend the rest of my life relearning how to use it. After slowly walking around trying to shake this feeling to no avail I decided to lay down and try and sleep it off, luckily I awoke a couple hours later and the fear had subsided. Mike and Lizzy were rarely around. I fell into a deep, soul ripping, depression, I cried for an hour at a time. I just wanted to go home. After five days of this personal hell I came out of the jungle, I was told I was pale as a ghost and looked alot thinner. I stepped on the scale to find I had lost ten pounds that week. We all went to a shaman that Friday and did a sweatlodge, which was a great experience, but didn't do much for my state of health and it wasn't until almost a week later that I could eat normally and had energy to work again. Around that that time Mike, Lizzy, Tina, and another German, Julie, left. Liz told me I would be moving back down to the main farm to be helping out down there. I spent my last few weeks building a garden, babysitting the kids, riding horses, exploring the near by waterfalls, and counting down my remaining days. It was a really good time all in all at the farm, sometimes I was stressed to the point of exploding, but I was never bored and seven weeks raced by like an indy car. I will always consider Liz, Steven, Sam, Olivia, and the beasts to be family. Not to mention all the kind, generous, crazy ticos I met in the area. I'll be back, you can bet all your animal crap on that one.
New Years was a great time, we hung out, ate great food, watched some great bellydancing and firedancing, and generally made party (as my German and Dutch friends would say.) We woke up the next day and headed to another party where we played a ton of games with gringos and ticos all side by side, it was great to see and a lot of fun. We headed home all thoroughly exhausted from the previous thirty-six hours of fun. I awoke the next day and headed into to town somewhat depressed to be leaving my family I'd had for the previous seven weeks, but I will be stopping by to see them on my way to Joshua's place in a month or so. I caught the bus into San Jose and Tranquilo Backpackers, where I have been for the last couple days. I am going to be catching another bus in an hour or so up to the border town of La Cruz where I will spend a night and cross the border early in the morning up to Rivas, Nicaragua. From there over to San Jorge where I will catch a ferry to the fantasy world of Isla Ometepe. Estoy emocionado.
Anyhow, I will try and elaborate on my farm adventures a little more. You have to understand though that time was non-existant there, and it is all but a blur, so the order of events get's a little tough to recall. There was the week when I had Dengue Fever, which I will never forget. It started the day after one of the WWOOFers going away party and I was feeling pretty bad, but I figured it was just the alcohol punishing me. I went into town to pick up some groceries and things but I started feeling worse and worse, so I rushed back to the farm and informed Liz that I thought I was in for a bad cold... WRONG, I was in for something that resembles the flu except ten times worse including star inducing body aches and hallucinations. I was stuck up at the shack in the jungle for the entire week, with a hundred and four temperature, laying in my hammock tent wondering if the reaper would be unzipping the net and dragging me to the void everafter. I was plagued with terrible nightmares of killing people and animals, when I could sleep that is. I woke one morning to find my thoughts racing by uncontrollably and felt like I was in a fog. I had the idea that I couldn't move my body easily and thought I would have to spend the rest of my life relearning how to use it. After slowly walking around trying to shake this feeling to no avail I decided to lay down and try and sleep it off, luckily I awoke a couple hours later and the fear had subsided. Mike and Lizzy were rarely around. I fell into a deep, soul ripping, depression, I cried for an hour at a time. I just wanted to go home. After five days of this personal hell I came out of the jungle, I was told I was pale as a ghost and looked alot thinner. I stepped on the scale to find I had lost ten pounds that week. We all went to a shaman that Friday and did a sweatlodge, which was a great experience, but didn't do much for my state of health and it wasn't until almost a week later that I could eat normally and had energy to work again. Around that that time Mike, Lizzy, Tina, and another German, Julie, left. Liz told me I would be moving back down to the main farm to be helping out down there. I spent my last few weeks building a garden, babysitting the kids, riding horses, exploring the near by waterfalls, and counting down my remaining days. It was a really good time all in all at the farm, sometimes I was stressed to the point of exploding, but I was never bored and seven weeks raced by like an indy car. I will always consider Liz, Steven, Sam, Olivia, and the beasts to be family. Not to mention all the kind, generous, crazy ticos I met in the area. I'll be back, you can bet all your animal crap on that one.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Serious Horsepower (San Rafael, Costa Rica)
From a Journal Entry 12-30-09 11:30PM
Today was a fairly eventful one, it started out rough due to my headache and naseua. I had gone out to the bar last night (don't know if I've mentioned the bar across the street from the farm that blares karoake during the weekends) and the beautiful bartender bought me a couple free shots and a tico bought me a third, so I had three more drinks then I should have, leaving me a bit worse for wear today. I did my morning chores and walked up to the house across the river to do the chores up there. I walked into the kitchen/living room (which is all outside) to find literally thousands of ants swarming the place, the walls and floor were all moving it seemed, a very strange scene to walk in on. After being bit a few times, when they climbed on and then into my boots, I decided to go out front and lay in the hammock and wait for the plague to pass. I dozed off and when I came to all but a few platoons of army ants remained, so I was able to finish my duties pain free and get out of there. I got back to the farm and was informed that we were going to make a compost pile and I was on poop patrol. I had to go around and collect the dung from the goats, horses, and chickens and bring it to the composting spot and proceeded to layer it with fresh grass trimmings and the kitchen scraps we'd been saving for this sole purpose. Afterwards I resigned to my tree house to take a nap, waking up with enough time to wipe the sleep out of my eyes before running down to begin my evening chores. I ran up to the other house first because I was supposed to collect one of the horses (Mr. Socks) and bring him down for the almost full moon ride we had planned for after dinner. I got up there having been followed by three of the dogs and did what I needed to before getting the horse ready. I heard the dogs chasing chickes and yelled for them to stop, thats when I heard the chicken crying and ran to the top of the hill to see what I'd expected, but didn't want to, see. Smokey the big dumb (but awesome) Weimereiner had a big white chicken by the throat, laying on the ground with it and he didn't seem to know what to do next. I yelled for him to come, but it wasn't until I lifted up a stick to throw at him that he actually listened. He came running up with a big smile and a dozen white feathers sticking out of his mouth. I berrated him, cleaned him up and proceeded to walk down the hill with the horse without further problems. By the time I was back it was dinner time and after eating we got the horses ready for the ride. The moon was spectacular, you could see things clear as day almost and the ride was great... well mostly. Zorba, the horse I was riding, likes to kick horses for no reason sometimes and towards the end of the ride he decided to do just that, kicking Paloma, at which point she retaliated, not being one to take any guff. She turned around and SMACK! Right into my leg, well luckily for me it was into my calf instead of ohhh, I dunno, say my ankle, knee, or shin? If any of those were the case then I would be heading back to the states in a cast tomorrow instead of continuing my adventures elsewhere. Speaking of tomorrow, it's New Years Eve, almost 2010, and I am headed over to a party with the family at a commune of sorts, owned by a guy named Joshua who is actually from Portland himself. His place is supposed to be pretty incredible, in the middle of the jungle and it's complete with a swimming pool and dancefloor. His wife is a belly dancer and is inviting her local belly dancing students, so maybe I should brush up on my Spanish skills *wink wink* On New Years day we are headed to another party which will be a big field game/pool party; lawn darts,, soccer, washers, etc. and they are awarding prizes and such. Finally I will head back here, spend my final night, head out the following morning and off to my next adventure. What's going to happen? Who knows, that's why it's called an adventure and not a vacation. Pura Vida.
Today was a fairly eventful one, it started out rough due to my headache and naseua. I had gone out to the bar last night (don't know if I've mentioned the bar across the street from the farm that blares karoake during the weekends) and the beautiful bartender bought me a couple free shots and a tico bought me a third, so I had three more drinks then I should have, leaving me a bit worse for wear today. I did my morning chores and walked up to the house across the river to do the chores up there. I walked into the kitchen/living room (which is all outside) to find literally thousands of ants swarming the place, the walls and floor were all moving it seemed, a very strange scene to walk in on. After being bit a few times, when they climbed on and then into my boots, I decided to go out front and lay in the hammock and wait for the plague to pass. I dozed off and when I came to all but a few platoons of army ants remained, so I was able to finish my duties pain free and get out of there. I got back to the farm and was informed that we were going to make a compost pile and I was on poop patrol. I had to go around and collect the dung from the goats, horses, and chickens and bring it to the composting spot and proceeded to layer it with fresh grass trimmings and the kitchen scraps we'd been saving for this sole purpose. Afterwards I resigned to my tree house to take a nap, waking up with enough time to wipe the sleep out of my eyes before running down to begin my evening chores. I ran up to the other house first because I was supposed to collect one of the horses (Mr. Socks) and bring him down for the almost full moon ride we had planned for after dinner. I got up there having been followed by three of the dogs and did what I needed to before getting the horse ready. I heard the dogs chasing chickes and yelled for them to stop, thats when I heard the chicken crying and ran to the top of the hill to see what I'd expected, but didn't want to, see. Smokey the big dumb (but awesome) Weimereiner had a big white chicken by the throat, laying on the ground with it and he didn't seem to know what to do next. I yelled for him to come, but it wasn't until I lifted up a stick to throw at him that he actually listened. He came running up with a big smile and a dozen white feathers sticking out of his mouth. I berrated him, cleaned him up and proceeded to walk down the hill with the horse without further problems. By the time I was back it was dinner time and after eating we got the horses ready for the ride. The moon was spectacular, you could see things clear as day almost and the ride was great... well mostly. Zorba, the horse I was riding, likes to kick horses for no reason sometimes and towards the end of the ride he decided to do just that, kicking Paloma, at which point she retaliated, not being one to take any guff. She turned around and SMACK! Right into my leg, well luckily for me it was into my calf instead of ohhh, I dunno, say my ankle, knee, or shin? If any of those were the case then I would be heading back to the states in a cast tomorrow instead of continuing my adventures elsewhere. Speaking of tomorrow, it's New Years Eve, almost 2010, and I am headed over to a party with the family at a commune of sorts, owned by a guy named Joshua who is actually from Portland himself. His place is supposed to be pretty incredible, in the middle of the jungle and it's complete with a swimming pool and dancefloor. His wife is a belly dancer and is inviting her local belly dancing students, so maybe I should brush up on my Spanish skills *wink wink* On New Years day we are headed to another party which will be a big field game/pool party; lawn darts,, soccer, washers, etc. and they are awarding prizes and such. Finally I will head back here, spend my final night, head out the following morning and off to my next adventure. What's going to happen? Who knows, that's why it's called an adventure and not a vacation. Pura Vida.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
The Times They Are A Changin' - Puriscal, Costa Rica
It´s the final countdown folks, after being at this farm for a month and a half I am leaving in five days to be exact. I might as well change the title of my blog while I am at it, I am getting out of Costa Rica next weekend and heading first to Nicaragua for awhile and then to Guatemala to check out the Mayan ruins. The reason for this change? A big part of it has to do with the fact that Costa Rica really isn´t that affordable, you end up paying close to American prices for food. Second is that it is now full blown tourist season and I want nothing to do with hoardes of ignorant tourists here to spend a couple weeks partying. Finally, after having researched and talked to many a person, I have realized that heading north will provide me with the adventures and further culture shock I am seeking during this journey. Point blank; Costa Rica is Americanized. Not saying I don´t love this country and it´s inhabitants, cause I really do, but I will just have to explore it more next time.
So many are probably wondering about my farm misadventures over this last month and a half and man oh man have there been plenty. After a week of spending time working my butt off at the main farm I moved up to another piece of their property with a nice couple that turned out to be from Portland as well. The other peice of property was literally a shack in the middle of the jungle and in order to get there or to get to civilization from there, you have to walk down and then up two steep hills divided by a large river. So I probably don´t need to point out that it took a bit to get used to. We had to haul up a couple goats, three horses, four chickens, two ducks, and a partridge in a pear tree. Merry Christmas by the way. Anyhow, it took a week or so to get settled in and in the swing of things up there in our temporary home we´d come to dub Camp Neverland. The nights were spent simply enough; preparing dinner, reading, playing UNO, bitching about our days. Days were spent working in the lemon orchard adjacent to the shack or repairing the broken water pipes or some other backbreaking sweat inducing job or defending ourselves from Mr. Darcy´s attacks. Mr. Darcy is the infamous male goat we had the misfortune of watching over, he just isn´t a pleasant animal. He likes to try and butt his head into you when you´re not looking and if that´s not bad enough, he smells horrendous! Male goats enjoy urinating on their own faces, no joke, it attracts the female goats, I don´t think I´ll be imitating nature anytime soon with that one.
Neverland wasn´t that bad though, there was a lot of time to explore the surrounding jungle full of rivers, waterfalls, beautiful birds, lightning fast lizards, and drunk locals. I learned a lot about my limits, living in close proximity to animals of various sizes, and especially that I hate roosters. They don´t just crow once in the morning like it is in the movies and television, no sir, they sometimes start at four in the morning and continue through out the rest of the morning sometimes as frequently as every ten seconds. Yes, I counted, I sure as hell wasn´t sleeping. They are mean to, I watched them pick on all the other birds on the farm, including an unforgettable while stoking the fire, I heard a commotion and looked up in time to see the small black rooster jump on the back of our white duck and grab ahold of the back of her neck in his beak, the alarmed duck started running around the farm flapping it´s wings with the rooster riding it the whole time! I didn´t know whether or not to interfere or stand and watch with my jaw dropped in astonishiment... I chose the latter. He finally had enough of his duck rodeo and jumped off. Welcome to the jungle baby!
Unfortunately I am running out of time for the day and need to run off and get my mandatory town trip icecream cone and catch my bus. I missed writing this blog and unfortunately didn´t have time to keep a daily journal so I don´t feel its been the most detailed account of my trip, but next time I will finish my farm stories, including my terrible week with Dengue Fever. I hope all is well friends.
Until next time...
So many are probably wondering about my farm misadventures over this last month and a half and man oh man have there been plenty. After a week of spending time working my butt off at the main farm I moved up to another piece of their property with a nice couple that turned out to be from Portland as well. The other peice of property was literally a shack in the middle of the jungle and in order to get there or to get to civilization from there, you have to walk down and then up two steep hills divided by a large river. So I probably don´t need to point out that it took a bit to get used to. We had to haul up a couple goats, three horses, four chickens, two ducks, and a partridge in a pear tree. Merry Christmas by the way. Anyhow, it took a week or so to get settled in and in the swing of things up there in our temporary home we´d come to dub Camp Neverland. The nights were spent simply enough; preparing dinner, reading, playing UNO, bitching about our days. Days were spent working in the lemon orchard adjacent to the shack or repairing the broken water pipes or some other backbreaking sweat inducing job or defending ourselves from Mr. Darcy´s attacks. Mr. Darcy is the infamous male goat we had the misfortune of watching over, he just isn´t a pleasant animal. He likes to try and butt his head into you when you´re not looking and if that´s not bad enough, he smells horrendous! Male goats enjoy urinating on their own faces, no joke, it attracts the female goats, I don´t think I´ll be imitating nature anytime soon with that one.
Neverland wasn´t that bad though, there was a lot of time to explore the surrounding jungle full of rivers, waterfalls, beautiful birds, lightning fast lizards, and drunk locals. I learned a lot about my limits, living in close proximity to animals of various sizes, and especially that I hate roosters. They don´t just crow once in the morning like it is in the movies and television, no sir, they sometimes start at four in the morning and continue through out the rest of the morning sometimes as frequently as every ten seconds. Yes, I counted, I sure as hell wasn´t sleeping. They are mean to, I watched them pick on all the other birds on the farm, including an unforgettable while stoking the fire, I heard a commotion and looked up in time to see the small black rooster jump on the back of our white duck and grab ahold of the back of her neck in his beak, the alarmed duck started running around the farm flapping it´s wings with the rooster riding it the whole time! I didn´t know whether or not to interfere or stand and watch with my jaw dropped in astonishiment... I chose the latter. He finally had enough of his duck rodeo and jumped off. Welcome to the jungle baby!
Unfortunately I am running out of time for the day and need to run off and get my mandatory town trip icecream cone and catch my bus. I missed writing this blog and unfortunately didn´t have time to keep a daily journal so I don´t feel its been the most detailed account of my trip, but next time I will finish my farm stories, including my terrible week with Dengue Fever. I hope all is well friends.
Until next time...
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Okay, okay
So I don´t have time for a full entry, I´ve got to catch my bus. Everything went okay with the first weekend here and on our own, nothing died and the family came back to a clean house. I have had a lot of crazy experiences since then but I will have to wait until next time I make it into town to tell you about them. Only two more weeks of this madness. Happy Holidays everyone. Until next time...
Tremors
(From my Journal 11.13.09)
Today was a good day, a lot of hard work and a bit shaky. At about 1:30pm while I was excavating a bunch of mud and chicken crap from in front of the coop we were hit with an earthquake. At first I thought it was a heavy crash of thunder but as Liz said, ¨Did you hear that earthquake?¨ We felt a jolt that shook everything violently for a second. I remember thinking where the hell am I going to hide and was preparing to flee to the center of the field but luckily it was a short one. I´ve only felt a few in my life but the sensation of having a normally immensely sturdy object beneath you shift is a crazy one.
At dinner we were informed that the family would be leaving for the weekend, which means we are going to be in charge of the farm... What could go wrong?
Today was a good day, a lot of hard work and a bit shaky. At about 1:30pm while I was excavating a bunch of mud and chicken crap from in front of the coop we were hit with an earthquake. At first I thought it was a heavy crash of thunder but as Liz said, ¨Did you hear that earthquake?¨ We felt a jolt that shook everything violently for a second. I remember thinking where the hell am I going to hide and was preparing to flee to the center of the field but luckily it was a short one. I´ve only felt a few in my life but the sensation of having a normally immensely sturdy object beneath you shift is a crazy one.
At dinner we were informed that the family would be leaving for the weekend, which means we are going to be in charge of the farm... What could go wrong?
The Dog Says WWOOF! (San Rafeal, Costa Rica)
(From my journal 11-12-09)
It has been a bit over 24hrs since I began my WWOOF program. For those who don´t know, WWOOF (Worldwide Oppurtunities on Organic Farms) is a volunteer program where you stay on an organic farm and work in exchange for room and board, you can do it all over the world and I am now doing it in the middle of the rain forest in a non tourist mountainous area surrounded by waterfalls and lush jungle. The farm is called Barking Horse Farm, it is amazing here and I am now doing this writing in a treehouse which is my bedroom. I am surrounded by palm trees and the noises of animals, birds, and insects of all kinds, and the pouring rain. As the name implies there are a dozen or so horses here, a dozen dogs, including seven puppies, they also have goats which they milk for cheese, a plethora of chickens, a gaggle of geese, some ducks, too many cats, and three kids (baby goats.) There are also two human kids, Olivia, 15, the resident goat keeper and Sam, 12, who is the resident tree climber, frog catcher, and torturer of his sister, Liz and Steven are the owners of this fantasy property, and finally the three WWOOFers, Tina and Frances, Germans, and me, American. As you can imagine it´s a bit of a madhouse around here and always something needed to be done. I arrived yesterday just in time for the afternoon torrential downpour, so we sat around and talked while the clouds emptied their bladders. After the rain stopped I was given a tour of the property and by the time that was done it was time for evening chores, mainly consisting of feeding the animals and cleaning. I then helped Olivia with the milking and it looked a whole lot easier when she did but by the end I was getting the hang of it. Afterwards we had dinner with the family and then the girls and I went up to the treehouses for a glass of wine and to get to know one another better and then it was time for bed. Speaking of bed there is a huge tarantula named Fang that lives in the beams above my bed. Stay up there and we will have no problems.
The next day began at six as every morning does around here and we began feeding the numerous animals and then hiked twenty minutes through the jungle and across a river to where there is another small house that they own as well with another three horses, a cat, and a goat who is off right now impregnating some females at another farm. We got back in time for strawberry pancakes and yogurt and drank starfruit juice, and discussed the days projects. I had to make a run down the road with the neighbor to collect 100lbs+ of rocks and gravel to fill in some holes around the farm, after a bit of hard labor the rains started and so we stopped working and laid around in hammocks until night chores and dinner. Now I am laying in under a mosquito net with a headlamp writing this entry. A simple life, but I don´t mind it much. For now. Goodnight Fang.
It has been a bit over 24hrs since I began my WWOOF program. For those who don´t know, WWOOF (Worldwide Oppurtunities on Organic Farms) is a volunteer program where you stay on an organic farm and work in exchange for room and board, you can do it all over the world and I am now doing it in the middle of the rain forest in a non tourist mountainous area surrounded by waterfalls and lush jungle. The farm is called Barking Horse Farm, it is amazing here and I am now doing this writing in a treehouse which is my bedroom. I am surrounded by palm trees and the noises of animals, birds, and insects of all kinds, and the pouring rain. As the name implies there are a dozen or so horses here, a dozen dogs, including seven puppies, they also have goats which they milk for cheese, a plethora of chickens, a gaggle of geese, some ducks, too many cats, and three kids (baby goats.) There are also two human kids, Olivia, 15, the resident goat keeper and Sam, 12, who is the resident tree climber, frog catcher, and torturer of his sister, Liz and Steven are the owners of this fantasy property, and finally the three WWOOFers, Tina and Frances, Germans, and me, American. As you can imagine it´s a bit of a madhouse around here and always something needed to be done. I arrived yesterday just in time for the afternoon torrential downpour, so we sat around and talked while the clouds emptied their bladders. After the rain stopped I was given a tour of the property and by the time that was done it was time for evening chores, mainly consisting of feeding the animals and cleaning. I then helped Olivia with the milking and it looked a whole lot easier when she did but by the end I was getting the hang of it. Afterwards we had dinner with the family and then the girls and I went up to the treehouses for a glass of wine and to get to know one another better and then it was time for bed. Speaking of bed there is a huge tarantula named Fang that lives in the beams above my bed. Stay up there and we will have no problems.
The next day began at six as every morning does around here and we began feeding the numerous animals and then hiked twenty minutes through the jungle and across a river to where there is another small house that they own as well with another three horses, a cat, and a goat who is off right now impregnating some females at another farm. We got back in time for strawberry pancakes and yogurt and drank starfruit juice, and discussed the days projects. I had to make a run down the road with the neighbor to collect 100lbs+ of rocks and gravel to fill in some holes around the farm, after a bit of hard labor the rains started and so we stopped working and laid around in hammocks until night chores and dinner. Now I am laying in under a mosquito net with a headlamp writing this entry. A simple life, but I don´t mind it much. For now. Goodnight Fang.
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