The first day of landslide clearing. Two things to notice: that's a LOT of dirt (the canal runs all the way to the right of the photo), and that is in fact me, getting my hands very, very dirty.
The landslide is still not totally taken care of--at the end of the second day, just when the canal was clear, another chunk slid in. We're trying to get someone to loan us a tractor.
My kitchen, now with sink! Note the things hanging by nails--my new favorite storage system.
Here is a map of the Parroquia of San Lorenzo. The lower circle to the left is San Lorenzo center, Marcopamba is the yellow part--the school and health center are at the first crossroads up in the yellow, Sauce is between the lower red and the brown, etc. This map does not mention that except the main road at the botom and a couple others, a lot of the "roads" are not passable by car. The irrigation canal comes off the river toward the upper left, in the light green between yellow and red. The map's from the health center in Marcopamba
Saturday was the 473rd anniversary of the founding of San Lorenzo, so we had a parade and music, and although I missed seeing the afternoon karaoke because it was raining, I could definitely hear it from my house, so I figure I didn't miss much. Other than that it's been a lot of the same, gardens, canal clearing, etc. I now have bunches of stuff coming up, and the radishes are about ready to eat, and I have a handful of things ready to transplant soon. There are a couple of family gardens getting going in Marcopamba, the garden at the health center is started, and we're hoping to start the school garden in Sauce this week, as well as start planting here in San Lorenzo, if we can work out some sort of weird conflict about permission and whatnot. I'm getting awfully used to every tiny little thing requiring an official, signed memo by someone, but come on, planting a garden? Oh well...
OK, keep writing letters and emails and the like, I love hearing from people!
1 comment:
Very impressive, Mary! You are doing wonderful work, including getting the community involved. Your father must be awfully proud.
Oh yeah, I am your father.
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