I’d be dishonest if I said these trips were easy or even fun for me. Frankly, my Spanish is good enough stateside when the subjects are all familiar to me (“weed these 3 rows” or “pick all the beans”). But in the environment of the village, all its weaknesses are exposed; I go around for 3 days feeling stupid and inadequate due to the language. Add to that the idea that my identity as “patron” means one thing in Rushford, and something completely different in Mexico. It’s weird being hosted with the red carpet treatment in a community that scarcely can afford it (multiple trips to the “store” each day to get expensive bottled juice or pop, etc).
But these trips are not “about me” in any case- I get that- and so I work on putting my own discomfort aside and focus on the things that there are to enjoy while I’m there, and these are many.
The progress of the Gasca family in building up their own “farms” and households over the past decade!! And how much I truly love these people…
…I will write more about these parts in the next day or two, when it’s raining. This morning, however, it’s getting light out, and certain fields have dried out enough we may be able to do our first cover crop seeding of the spring: get the tractors warming up!!