Nifty

If you received  a weirdly abrupt email version of the post, Where in the World, you can read the finished post on this site. My nifty new computer has a preternaturally sensitive touch screen; I accidently hit the publish button.

My new laptop, Daemon.

My new laptop, Daemon.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have named it Daemon?

Where in the World…

have I been? Street Art ChicagoPerhaps those of you who have been reading vsvevg for awhile are wondering if I truly mean to continue with this blog.

I do.

But recently I’ve been traveling.

And my long suffering Laptop died.

My desk, and internet stick in the cow pasture office.

My desk, and internet stick in the cow pasture office.

I have returned to Nicaragua with a new laptop(which apparently has a very delicate publish button, I accidently published this post before it was finished!?)I’ll be back with as soon as I learn how to use it 🙂 Saludos, Abby

The Piedra Rahada

Distant Horizions

Distant Horizions

 

I’ve written many difficult posts for vsvevg: posts about loss, illness, failure, disillusionment, weakness, and our struggles to live up to our principles; but this is one of the most difficult I have had to write.

Felipe and I are leaving the Piedra Rahada.

King was killed one month after he came to us, and we finally decided that though we learned not to judge(mostly), though we had accepted that our ideals were the antitheses of La Tigra’s, we were exhausted by the sorrow and hardship the beliefs and actions of our community have caused us.

I have been grieving for five years over Elvis, Jake, Jackie, then Lilly and now King.  It is not only these acts of cruelty, but a pervasive negativity that promotes fraud, deception and the belief that to take advantage of one’s neighbor is a good thing.  It sometimes felt like we were living with the IK.

I don’t blame the community, we’re different, they have their own path, but we can no longer be consumed by our inability to conform to norms we can never accept.

We stayed much longer than was good for us in many ways—because we love our family and the Piedra Rahada, but as we buried King, we looked into each other’s eyes and without words— we knew we were done. We decided we would let the Piedra Rahada go if that was what it required, though it caused us as much sorrow as all the other losses.

Then my friend called…

Felipe is now with me at Rancho Santana. We will work here contributing to the farm to table concept, utilizing the skills and ideals we worked so hard to manifest at the PDR. The revenue from this challenging, interesting work will provide the capital to build in Tepotzlan, a community more in tune with our mindset. We will not need to sell the Piedra Rahada. We are working to save it.

I doubt we will ever live full time near La Tigra again, but we will have the Piedra Rahada to nurture and visit as we choose. Though sadly, without a dog.

I considered shutting vsvevg down, but then remembered it’s really about Felipe and my journey with our land and our commitment to it. Our time in Nicaragua will be a part of that process.  It’s the perfect situation for us and I’m much more excited about it than this writing implies. Certainly I’m was excited about Felipe’s arrival. We drank a glass of bubbly and toasted the Piedra Rahada, our friend who gave us this redemptive opportunity, and our wonderful new adventure.

Moechi

 Moecha, my sole survivor, La Tigra’s oldest dog(they had no idea a dog could live so long—she’s ten) is currently residing with our ever generous friend Larry. We will bring her to Nicaragua when we figure out how to get her here, until then she is safe and happy eating chicken and hanging with Larry and his entourage of rescued dogs and cats.

 

 

Good Morning Nicaragua

Good Morning Nicaragua

Good Morning Nicaragua

I haven’t thought much at all about how I’m going to blog about my three month stay in Nicaragua, thus, for this first post I will write it as personal travel diary.

Entering Nicaragua was simple, it lacked the tension of Mexico’s immigration “will they or will they not give me the length of visa I desire”. It did however require ten U.S. dollars, which of course I did not have. Fortunately, there’s a currency exchange in immigration. The cashier seemed baffled that I would have only Mexican pesos, but was helpful and friendly .

My friend picked me up and I felt at home immediately though I had not seen him in 15 years. His car was covered in dust, just like the bocho, and we caught up on each other’s history on two and a half hour drive to Rancho Santana.

I was relieved when we stopped at a couple of artisans shops, where he’s having some things made for the restaurant, that I understood everything that was said.

We had another encounter with the dollar at a local grocery. The register rings up both in Cordova’s and U.S. dollars, but your change comes in Cordovas regardless of how you pay.

This morning is very blustery. Rancho Santana’s location, on the isthmus of Nicaragua, ensures ample breezes. Thus far it feels a lot like home, except that I listened to the ocean as I fell asleep rather than the waves of air pouring down the Cerro Frio.