Not all those who wander are lost.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
La Argentina, redux
Today we split into small groups to travel to the farms for our homestay. From the beginning of this journey this is this is the one activity that caused me some consternation. I had never stayed on a farm before and didn't know what to expect. I'm in love with it from the moment we arrive. I'm paired with Chris, Angela,and Katie. We'll be staying in our own little charming cottage on the property!
Our hostess is Adonay Vargas and her family- her husband and her daughter Katherine. Her daughter Kelly lives very close by with her husband and son Christian. The farm is a tilapia farm! They also have chickens and numerous fruit trees. Adonay is also a dentist. Katie, who's learning English, explains that there aren't many dentists around there and people come from miles around for her mom's services .
Christian is all boy and all energy. This property is a little boys dream : there is a stream that runs along the back boundary of the property, a soccer field, a swing set, a swimming pull pool (unfilled at the moment) and a barrel zip line.
Exploring the tilapia ponds is a blast,except that within 45 minutes of arriving I fell into the mud in between two of the ponds.
Domingo nosotros vamos a la iglesia. But before that Angela helped make tortillas for breakfast and I fed the fish in three of the ponds. The fourth pond will not be fed today because they are about to BECOME food. Mid morning we watch as Kelly, her husband, and Christian catch fish.
We walked to church, a humble little structure about 20 minutes down the road. The interior of the church was painted a sunny yellow and had a parquet ceiling and beautiful tile floor. The mass is en Espanol and I don't know the language but I do understand the message.
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