I love Madrigal.
Seriously, I couldn’t be happier with my lifestyle and work here.
Let us just have a run down of today’s day:
I woke up when I felt like it, regardless of what the rooster and donkeys had to say.
I rolled out of my sleeping bag and the cool air breathed freshness onto my cheeks. The family was either at school or in the chacras-fields, so the “house” was mine.
Solitude. Silence. Yoga. Meditation. Then Portland Stmptown drip coffee. Only birds and Madeline Peyroux were singin to me.
I checked on my young garden of tomatoes and green beans, then the herb garden. I added some healthy compost and the happy worms popped out just long enough to say hello before my chickens started eating them.
I decided it was time to keep the outside, outside and I swept up the top layer of my dirt floor and bleached the underneath. It is funny how different healthy dirt is from unhealthy dirt. Healthy dirt: in the garden. Unhealthy dirt: on the floor in my room. I have killed the **it out of that dirt to keep me healthy. Haha.
Avocado, tomato, lime, and rice for lunch (a funny Peruvian dish I have come to love when I just don’t feel like cookin). Then, to the fields. Milk and feed the cow. Carry the milk back to the house and disinfect it. I managed to allow the boiling milk to run over and completely microbize part of my clean dirt floor all over again. Oh well.
To the corn field. Exactly 2 ears per family member picked and piled in my llukya (square fabric we use like a backpack). By the time the corn was boiled and cheese was cut the kids were knocking on my door for homework help. I made us all tea and we cuddled up on my bed side.
The Sun set and sent the chilliness back to us as the rain began to sing on the tin roof.
Who could ask for anything better?
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