Yesterday was beautiful. Watering the car-park area meant singing "a change is gonna come" at the top of my lungs and then dancing to music while clipping vines from the wall. Lunch was two different types of soups: asparagus-potato & carrot-orange. I loved them with all of my taste buds!
At 5:45 we all hiked down to the town to pick up a new co-worker off the 6:20 bus, which we had to flag down at the makeshift busstop by waving our arms in the air. The poor guy, he had no idea he'd be hiking up all that way, and he had these two heavy backpacks. I was so sweaty without a backpack! I took an orange from a tree, it was one of the sweetest & most delicious moments of my life.
Millie & me made dinner for us all; I think we were so sleepy that we could hardly even socialise. But still we went for a sunset walk to the little chapel that overlooks Lanjaron and took the dogs with us. We are a wonderful group and we change every day as people come & go. At night, we walked all the way back down again to the center. We went from bar to bar, and around midnight we realised we should start heading home. Under the moonlight we hiked; somehow we all made it there. We emptied a bag of muesli into a large pan and stood in the kitchen picking out all the raisins, because they are the best part. I recognised the day as a summer's day from childhood, so slow & free, yet so full and exciting. I don't know how I could ever be luckier…. :-)
diary entry ; leaving Granada for Lanjaron
enormous goose eggs
never again will I be able to mindlessly eat handfuls of nuts without thinking of the work it takes to crack them ;)
above the little town of Lanjaron
me & millie split a massive watermelon for 50 cents each
my turn for dinner duty
the bees are everywhere. at first the scared me. now I realize if i work quietly beside them, they won't mind at all.
we took a two hour hike to Orgiva, the next town
figs are starting to grow!
oranges & eggs for sale
Somehow & somewhere in the last six months I've lost my identity as a citizen of any particular place. The concept of home is difficult for me now. Every place I've travelled to has been beautiful in it's own way, and I don't know how I will ever again be able to settle for the monotony of permanency, for a 9 to 5 job, or the corporate world. I think I will need to do something artistic, colorful & cultural, even if it means earning a smaller income. Here I've loved the feeling of the earth as I plant vegetables, the height between myself and the ground as I climb the cherry trees, the sound of the roosters every morning ( they are nature's perfect alarm clock!). I hope I never forget these moments that make me feel so lucky to be alive!