Here I am, on the last leg. This time on Thursday I'll be nearly in California and Sarah, Charlie, and Megan will be left with a week and a half to round out our time here. We'll be in the fields, in the "bush," this week, intimating ourselves with the raw work of a farmer. This may not be major, structural, lasting work, but it's good for the soul and for developing a perspective on the value and effort of farming.
The past week was a laborious one as well, with a couple dead ends. The projects we chose have taken too much time to blossom, following more leisurely paths to actuality that is the standard for this country. Note to self: plan way, way ahead next time. But we've surveyed a good number of farmers, dug in some dirt, followed promising trails of projects (if they all didn't transpire), and absorbed elements of a culture that will enhance our approach to studying or nonprofiting. And the program still has two weeks! Fancy that. The wheels, they still turn.
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| Brewing cacao juice "beer." Lots of work for lots of vinegar. Better luck next time. |
Meanwhile, back at the ranch: the avocado tree fell down! Damn!
Soursop is ripening. My cacao juice beer experiment failed (turned into a kombucha-like acidic puckerer). We spent the weekend in Carriacou: beaches! black sand beaches! The Great Gatsby in one day! unbelievable food cooked by Kim's daughter! We also brought home a young Frenchman to join the crowd back "home." One more post and c'est fini for me!
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| At the Carenage in St. George's |
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| View from Carriacou |
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