Today we have the 5a piedra, the "stone house" leave. A good time. The 17-ha plot was a very rich ex-president, or expanded Expraesidentverwandten to a private country estate. Then according to legend had been expropriated either in the middle of construction, had no building permit or leave it up the loot to collect insurance money. Anyway, Jack, the project would now make it an alternative university. He is a fascinating man, 57 years old, a genetic mix of spiritual and almost all continent full of ideas and optimism. And he needs it. Caspar
have one and I planted lettuce. An already quite arid plant I have sorted out, "did not make it!" Caspar: "Why?" "This is quite poor." Caspar: "As poor as the house." "Why do like the house?" Caspar: "Well you do not see how broken it is?" and later he asks, "Do you think it creates the house?" The house - and the other buildings much more - falling rapidly. One can see how crumble the bars. Every evening were again two handfuls on our bed. Each project - the compost, the garden also needs support and it is not easy with a few volunteers WOOFER (Willing Workers on Organic Farms - one free room and board in exchange for work on an organic farm gets) and a few "employees" to make progress. After we are still two woofers come from Canada and 3 from the USA and, finally, Jeremy's girlfriend Hilda traveled in their 60's, the grade zufaelligerweise Mexico and Cuba. She is an inspiration to older be hiccups and health should not discourage to pluck the world a knuckle.
The weather in the dry season is wonderful, every day brighter sky, trees and bushes in bloom all over. For the boys it was great. A lot of people to play, and Pritscheln Baden, Quentin has flowers soup cooked in a pot, rabbits and puppies, many boards around it to build a railway, many places to hide small cars. We came with 10 and 6 again traveled. For them, the simple life with Saegespaehneklo, Estrichboeden, dog dirt, with no windows and doors and Schaffelbad Of course altogether. Every day was Gabi, the cook and has given us two meals. Quentin and now you have Caspar Heart and she has conquered them extra boiled potatoes and sweets slipped. Quentin holds everything eats, Caspar loves guava and tortillas, which put both boys in a very ungustioese way as a whole in the mouth or bite out elaborate holes.
Caspar was a very good WOOF. He has planted me with not just salad but also washed away, freed from the shells of seeds, Neem trees converted, garden cast Samenpaeckchen filled. Quentin has it diligently scribbled Samepaeckchen, climb up the bed of salad and poured himself.
woofing is very dependent on their own initiative. Jack is not always there and if he is there, it is rare and never really specific instructions. Jeremy's big projects was the roof (broken Roof tiles runterrauemen to meet with the good, the roof again) and the tennis court. A layer of 10 cm in hard-baked clay, scrape down and taken with the pickup somewhere.) I gewidment the garden and the seeds, so intense that I promised a WOOFerin finally take good care of "my" garden. A nice way to work. We just hope there are enough people own initiative to continue this great project.
weekend we had the luck dabeizusein at a big event. Jack had a symposium on "bioenergy". Which in this case a wild mix of alternative energy, organic farming, and spiritual and Koerperarbeitsthemen. There was solar energy and Tai Qui, chakras and biodynamic agriculture, Mondbegruessungen in the fire circle, Pilzkultivation and the construction of compost toilets. A wild mix of people and very, very nice. We took a lot of nice contacts and - best of all - has installed a solar shower with hot water. Yes!
Mexico we had been very friendly disposed. The noise from the party favors just yet Truppenuebungsplatz were then (here is held constant) and the only one who was bitten (4 bees, a scorpion, but thank God only a small black, white are really dangerous) was Jeremy. And who found the scorpion does about hurt like a bee.
Now we spend two days in the beautiful town of Tepoztlan, and then travel to Yolanda to Zamora, where we will spend Christmas. I have sung for the boy to sleep a few Christmas songs. But the "Snow Falling softly" fits here somehow not her. I'm looking forward to our Mexican Christmas.
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