cuentos

Finca Limón is a brisk 10 minute walk from the pueblo Los Silos. Los Silos is a perfectly quaint little town that fits perfectly between the coast and the base of the mountains. It's absolutely lovely, I really like it here. It's a tiny enough town that everybody knows everybody. I've been here a month now, and it's impossible to go into the town without seeing three or four people with whom I've shared a meal or a conversation.

Last week was Los Silos' annual story telling festival, Cuentos Los Silos. People came from all over to hear and to tell stories, and it transformed the town. I listened to a lot of the stories, but I was disappointed in my Spanish because there was very little that I could understand. Maybe I'll be back here for the festival next year ....

But Spanish or no Spanish, I got to be a part of the festival. One story was told in the form of a play, and they were recruiting actors. I happily volunteered for the job and got to run around the town´s convent-turned-library with chains and fire, trying to scare the audience. It was fun, and I got tickets to all the stories as compensation. It was really wonderful to be so intimately involved with this town.

This week it's back to regular work on the farm, which is never very difficult at all. I've been working lately on an herb garden - it's got sage and lemongrass and mint and rosemary and basil so far, today I planted mint. I won't be here to see it harvested, though; my time at this finca ends just before Christmas. As of right now, I don't know where I'll go next, but I quite like having the future as a mystery .....