who knew you could produce massive global cold fronts?
we have a natural disaster once a month, it seems.
also, the media has no fear of showing dead bodies. or wrecks. or anything, really.
so last week wore us all out. it stormed nonstop and for a week i was soggy and cold and there was building tension in my house, which culminated in ariel moving out? i don't really understand what happened, but he's back. at any rate, i've moved out of the honeymoon period and it isn't a bad thing; i acknowledge and accept my roles here as a student, a guest in this community, and it's good timing, i think.
in terms of class, we focused on dairy farming. in class and in spare time, i went to a different farm friday, saturday, and sunday. on friday i went to a farm to understand the "landscape of dairy farming," which was more about the ecological design of the farm (windbreaks, isolated trees, etc.). but i milked a cow. on saturday i spent the day at the farm of our course coordinator, anibal. we were supposed to help him work on his house, which he is currently building, but the rain kept us at his parents' barn for the morning. the rest of the day we toured the farm and ate sugarcane and, you know, hung out in nature.
sunday the weather started to get better, finally. i went with maribel to her family farm and picked frijoles negros. i met a student from a different program and spent the afternoon with her and her friends from the CPI program, who's only here for three weeks (well, one week left). i realized i starved from social contact, which means maybe now i am ready to add that social dimension into my life? we'll see what happens thursday at moon shiva.
valentine's day this weekend. the twenty-three of us are hiking to san gerardo for an overnight in the middle of, well, the forest. how romantic! sunday we'll all be back on anibal's farm building, followed by a bonfire.
today is the first day of SUN SUN SUN. we're back to summer weather.
and it's all still pretty exceptional, you know, sloths, rainbows, motmots, tucanettes. i have yet to climb a stranger fig or see a quetzal, but they'll come soon enough.
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