Costa Rica, Ginnee and Phil's Esperanza Adventure

2011-12-30T12:59:00.001-06:00

This beautiful eagle let us get very close before taking flight. My daughter Christine captured her photo as she took off from a fence post on our farm. Amazing wing spread with the sun shining on her.

2011-11-30T09:10:00.000-06:00

This Owl was caught in a fence, my worker Maira found him this morning and came for cutting tools. She cut him out and brought him to us to rmove the wire from his wing. Marcos is holding him, and now Felipe and Marcos are on their way to the vet for treatment.

2011-09-18T10:16:00.000-06:00

It's a BOY!!!!! New life on the farm and he is beautiful, just like his Mom... Life is good in Paradise....

2011-07-24T15:12:00.000-06:00

Here he is, my stud, Bullie 2, father of every cow and toro born this year and last year. He is beautiful, and smiling for you.

2011-07-23T17:21:00.000-06:00

He was born just 3 days ago to #96 and Bullie 2. So beautiful and big. Marcos had to help pull him out.

2011-07-05T11:20:00.000-06:00

This Boa, about 8' long, ate our neighbors chicken this morning, so we relocated him to our farm. You can see the bulge... He is full and not happy about being handled.

2011-06-19T17:35:00.000-06:00

Costa Rican Pee-Wee adult

2011-06-06T15:43:00.001-06:00

We grow organic bananas and plantains. Lots of different varieties, and hundreds of them. We eat them every way imaginable, and then some. The farms animals and dogs also love them. Horses eat them peel and all. I love hot ripe banana soup with curry, sopa de banano.

2011-06-04T09:33:00.000-06:00

Farm life is routine, you have the I got to get it done everyday stuff, cows fed, wash washed, mid-morning breakfast (I don’t make an early breakfast), and your always trying to beat the rainforest rain. Yesterday I was picking lettuce and when I looked up there was our young male stallion, Macho, loose and in the veggie garden. NOOOOOOO. Macho might be young, but he is big, fast and powerful, Dad was a Spanish Pasafino. He was not interested in hearing from me, he was looking for good eats. I drove him with waving arms into the backyard and out of the garden and while the farm manager’s wife stood guard with her broom I went and got my quad for the round-up. Macho left the back yard and went two pastures down to where my husband was working on his backhoe….newly planted pasture grass, also a no no. I raced down on my quad and found Marcos our farm manager, picked him up and on the return trip as I turned a corner heading across a stream named Brava, here was Macho coming at us all wild eyed. Marcos jumped off the quad and ran back to open up the first gate, while I got out of Machos way. We directed him into his new location of the day. I would never have a stallion again, if given the choice. Macho’s only thoughts are eating and sex, sex and eating. I drove Marcos back to work, and I went back to fetch my bowl of lettuce and greens.

2011-06-04T09:24:00.000-06:00

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These are a pair of bueys working my neighbors sugar cane fields. They are long horn steers.

2011-04-11T15:33:00.000-06:00

Marcos with the catch of the day, Fer de Lance.

2011-04-03T16:48:00.000-06:00

Rocky is one of our nursery girls. This is cow grass that we grow for transplant. Always trying to inprove the pastures with high quality grass.

2011-04-03T16:44:00.000-06:00

We love to find baby bird nests when they are finished with them. This one is tiny, soft and beautiful.

2011-02-27T19:32:00.000-06:00

This is one of our organic pumpkins. I make pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread, and prepare it like a sweet potato. My dogs love it raw, blended with water and poured over their dinner. We call that pumpkin gravy.

2011-02-27T19:09:00.000-06:00

This week we have had two beautiful baby horses born on the farm. New life, new energy, and so precious.

2010-11-02T14:28:00.000-06:00

The guys caught and killed another Fer-de-Lance. Here is Marcos with the kill of the day. So dangerous.

2010-11-02T14:07:00.001-06:00

Turrialba Volcano from my dining room this morning. Beautiful.....

2010-10-01T16:25:00.000-06:00

The Cabecar Indigenous will share their culture with us at this event. You are invited to attend. We are accepting donations so that we can give the Cabecar children the gift of rubber boots. We are also accepting donations so that we can give machetes and sharpening files to the Cabecar men. With these tools they can earn a living and put food on the table.

Your donations are most welcomed. You can mail checks and we will purchase boots and machetes. Our local supplier is giving them to us at his cost. Thank you for helping the poorest of the poor to help themselves.

Finca Quijote de Esperanza

Ginnee and Phil Hancock
Apdo 178-7150
Turrialba, Costa Rica

2010-09-21T19:40:00.000-06:00

A short slippery rock climb up and through a cool mountain stream brings you to this amazing waterfall on our farm.

2010-09-21T18:58:00.000-06:00

Turrialba's weekend farmer's market. Everything you can imagine and more. Fresh produce, chicken, and the very famous Turrialba cheese.

2010-09-21T16:55:00.000-06:00

At the base of majestic mountains flows the Rio Atirro. Its fast moving water is cool and refreshing, and the perfect reward after a long days work. Alan's first full day at Finca Quijote was labor intensive, and included hauling buckets of sand from the river, finishing the installation of a kitchen sink, and touring the farm. In the afternoon Matt and Alan took the dogs to the river and spent some peaceful time reflecting on the day.

2010-09-19T09:54:00.001-06:00

Matt adventuring into and across the river, exploring the wonders of our rainforest farm and jungle.

2010-09-19T08:49:00.002-06:00

How do you finish off a hard day of farming? By gathering guavas and making guava jam of course. Farm hand work is never done and Alan has the job of totally making the jam while I cook dinner.

2010-09-19T08:42:00.000-06:00

Alan has the lead and Marcos our head man is bringing up the rear of the herd as they head past my house and towards the town. It is a long and winding road that crosses over many streams before they get to the new pasture.

2010-09-19T08:38:00.000-06:00

This week the men opened up a new pasture after fencing it and stringing barbed wire. Then comes the fun part, driving the cows from a pasture at one end of our farm down the road, through the town of Esperanza and on to the new pasture. The locals clear their children out of the street and watch the cow parade complete with cowboys. I find it exciting to watch them coming down the road. Alan Eaglewolf, a guest worker at our farm is leading the herd.

2010-09-05T14:52:00.000-06:00

Carlos is picking his way across the Rio Oro. The river is very cool and refreshing...

2010-08-10T09:28:00.000-06:00

I wake up to this view everyday. The Turrialba Volcano, blue skys, happy birds, paradise...

2010-08-02T14:33:00.000-06:00

A Cabecar mom gave birth to a healthy baby boy at the farm. We took her down the mountain to meet the ambulance and go to the hospital.

2010-06-28T13:23:00.000-06:00

The wildlife in the rainforest is amazing. Boas like warmth and they are smart snakes. This is a big boa who likes to lay in the compost pile and wait for mice, rats or other small animals to come visit him or her.

2010-06-15T21:23:00.000-06:00

This evening in the dark, an ambulance came to our house. They were here to pick up an indigenous young person who they believe had been snake bit on Friday, today is Tuesday. He is bleeding from his ears and his eyes. The weather has been too bad to send a helicopter to the Cabecar’s Chirripo Reservation to rescue this young man.

It is our rainy season, and this afternoon it rained as hard as the hardest rain I have experienced. We get 300 inches of rain a year. Hard rain, white-out rain and today’s rain blew down the valley, not up which is usually the direction it comes. So it was blowing down from the reservation.

We heard the ambulance squealing it horn, so when we finished dinner we took the quad and went further up mountain to see if the ambulance was in trouble. He was not, but the indigenous had not arrived as expected. Felipe and I went as far as the Rio Oro on my quad and there was no sign of the Indigenous. The ambulance left and we went home after checking gates, and taking a look at Brava and what damage had been done following the big water event.

I expect the ambulance will return, either tonight or in the morning. My best guess is that the storm was so severe that the men carrying the young man down have not been able to ford the rivers. At various places, they must walk through the river waters, on a good day for as long as 2 hours. This trip can take 7-10 hours depending on various conditions. A healthy Indigenous can make the trip down, running all the way under great conditions in 5 hours. Carrying a bleeding man, in landslide and whiteout conditions…. These are amazing people, able to overcome unbelievable odds.

When the rains stopped today, and I could see across the river, the Rio Atirro, I saw waterfalls cascading down the Fila Atirro. There were also several new landslides, one very large slide on a vertical slope. Not part of our farm, but dangerous for the river.

The bridge in front of the mill in Atirro, is in desperate need of repair. The locals are protesting, in the middle of the night they removed the giant steel plates that we drive over and threw them in the river and they cut down trees and placed them in front of the bridges so people would not drive to their deaths. Good thought.

The Rio Atirro Bridge has become so dangerous that we really needed to question driving across loose and missing steel. The buses refused to cross, and the government is dragging its feet, so the people made their point, dismantled the bridge, then marched to the Casa Presidential and voice their complaints. We can ford the river in our 4 wheel drive truck on a good day, if need be. But today a neighbor was kind enough to open his locked gates and to allow us passage through his beautiful farm. Thank You Machina Viejo!

2010-06-15T15:37:00.000-06:00

My friends having the rafting adventure of a lifetime. Team work, wet and wild in Turrialba.

2010-06-15T14:49:00.000-06:00

Awsome recreational, once in a life time fun in Turrialba, Costa Rica. This is the best!

2010-06-15T14:22:00.000-06:00

My friend Vickie and her nephews have been visiting with us. Here is Vickie repelling down waterfalls.

2010-06-07T13:28:00.000-06:00

Babies are so sweet, loving and kissable. The twins are very entertaining. We love them.

2010-06-05T19:44:00.000-06:00

It's a jungle out there!!!

2010-06-05T19:33:00.000-06:00

It is a long vine snake being crushed by a lizard.

2010-06-05T19:27:00.000-06:00

Every now and then, there is an opportunity for a great rainforest photo. Felipe was outside and saw this real life drama unfolding in a tree. He ran in grabbed his camera and took these photos of a lizard eating a vine snake. WOW, this is rainforest life, but most of time we miss these dramas. This is a big liz and a really long snake. I think these lizards look like gargoyles.

2010-05-22T13:07:00.000-06:00

Girlfriends 9 puppies eating their homemade meal of eggs, rice, oatmeal, and bananas. They are fed by me, their co-parent, about 4 or 5 times a day. They are now receiving a little meat with their evening meal. I put down the cookie sheet and they assume the position. Sweet.

2010-05-21T10:22:00.000-06:00

The volcano this morning at 5:39 AM from my kitchen window. It is a beautiful sight to see.

2010-05-21T10:14:00.000-06:00

The puppies are getting really playful, we just this morning built them a new playground with shade, and a view.

2010-05-16T16:11:00.000-06:00

Girlfriend had 9 puppies, and wow, are they a lot of work for both her and me. When do I get to sleep through the night again?

2010-05-10T20:29:00.002-06:00

Our herd is on the move to another pasture.

2010-05-08T15:24:00.000-06:00

These twin Brahman are so sweet and gentle.

2010-04-29T14:26:00.002-06:00

Phil working on the John Deere 310G

2010-04-26T08:17:00.000-06:00

Volcano Turrialba is a beautiful site seen from our farm. This photo was taken by the volcano cam today.

2010-04-23T09:34:00.000-06:00

It is spring in the rainforest and baby birds have hatched. These two will fly from there nest in another day.

2010-04-19T20:20:00.000-06:00

For about 4 years I have been taking photos of Volcan Turrialba from our home. Now the Volcano Cam is taking photos every 10 seconds and I take screen shots of the cam. This is this mornings cam shot. These are exciting times as the volcano is really putting out, and the view is spectacular.

2010-04-17T19:25:00.000-06:00

The young cows like their horn buds scratched. We do not de-horn our cows as that is just wrong. Horns are important; they are filled with sensory matter, much like brain matter.

2010-04-17T19:20:00.002-06:00

Another cattle drive today. Vampire bats are bothering the cows, so all of the cows received a necklace and they were inspected. This cow really likes Phil.

2010-04-03T16:04:00.001-06:00

Cattle Drive

2010-04-03T16:01:00.002-06:00

The cows with babies on the move.

2010-04-03T16:00:00.000-06:00

Cattle drive to new pastures.

2010-04-03T15:57:00.000-06:00

The men are on their way to drive the cows down into another pasture, so we can give our pastures a rest for the next few months.

2010-03-27T13:40:00.000-06:00

It's another baby!!!, our 15th baby cow born this month.

2010-03-27T13:35:00.000-06:00

This morning we had our 15th baby born this month. Her Mom gave birth in the corral on the way to breakfast. We will give her nicer digs in a little while. Right now Mom is busy loving and licking her baby.

2010-03-26T15:23:00.001-06:00

She gave birth to this beautiful baby girl. This first time Mom loves her baby, and urged the baby to nurse while she licked the little one.

2010-03-26T15:16:00.000-06:00

Mom is just minutes from a complete delivery, The feet are out, and here comes her precious face.

2010-03-26T15:12:00.000-06:00

We have had an exciting month of baby cow births.

2010-03-18T17:51:00.000-06:00

She only gave birth to one, but 3 need fed.

2010-03-17T20:48:00.002-06:00

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We do have beautiful babies.

2010-03-14T19:25:00.000-06:00

This little girl is high spirited and so cute. Mom is on guard. We keep the cows horns natural. Horns are sensory organs, important to the cow and the farm.

2010-03-14T19:16:00.000-06:00

The hawk swooped in front of us today on the farm.

2010-03-10T16:10:00.001-06:00

She is so beautiful, playful, and there are more babies expected to arrive. How wonderful!!!

2010-03-10T16:07:00.003-06:00

Mom and her new baby

2010-03-10T16:05:00.002-06:00

Waynor and Santiago with a baby girl just born today.

2010-03-10T16:03:00.000-06:00

We have had three perfect baby girls born in three days. This is the beginning of our dual purpose herd.

2010-03-06T16:29:00.000-06:00

This weekend we are at Finca Luna Nueva attending an International Biodynamic Conference. http://fincalunanuevalodge.com/ When you visit Costa Rica you should plan a visit to this educational organic farm. It is lovely.

2010-03-03T15:25:00.000-06:00

Tomatoes, lots and lot of tomatoes and basil. So we are making fried green and pink tomatoes with them. Hmmm good.

2010-03-03T10:57:00.000-06:00

We found the pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. It is in our garden.

2010-03-03T10:29:00.000-06:00

Felipe with a beautiful orchid from the farm.

2010-03-03T10:25:00.000-06:00

Starting your day with beautiful orchids is refreshingly lovely.

2010-02-18T17:39:00.000-06:00

A Lipstick Toucan at the farm. We have so many different kinds of birds. It is a beautiful sight.

2010-02-18T17:31:00.000-06:00

Felipe has become a smooth operator with his John Deere 310G. Having the right equipment really helps us with the work load. The work never ends.

2010-02-18T17:21:00.000-06:00

Daniele, hard at work in the plant nursery.

2010-02-18T17:16:00.000-06:00

Weed pulling is a never ending task, and no one does it better than Danielle, one of our volunteers. Danielle is an entomologist.

2010-02-17T13:59:00.000-06:00

Volcan Turrialba is smoking nicely in paradise. This photo was taken from my house.

2010-02-17T13:50:00.002-06:00

2010-02-17T13:42:00.001-06:00

The nursery where we propagate seedlings before planting.

2009-12-04T12:40:00.000-06:00

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2009-12-03T15:28:00.000-06:00

I'm back from the Jungle and the Chirripo Reservation!

In the last week two my childhood dreams have came true! All of my life I have been fascinated by Indigenous people, I admire them and always wanted to be like them. Another dream that every child may have, is to have one true adventure. I had given up this dream a long time ago because in the world I knew so far, living in France and Germany, these kinds of adventures no longer exist. But what I did, hiking to Tsimari on the Chirripo Reservation, that was a real adventure!!! I've lived in a real remote Indian village with the Cabecar tribe! Wow! I will never forget this most memorable week in my lifetime! It was the toughest, most difficult, arduous, dangerous, most exciting and most fascinating thing I've ever done in my 19 years of life.

The Chirripo Indian Reservation, where the Cabecar tribe lives is located high in the mountains (6,000 ft.) beyond Esperanza de Turrialba and is only accessible on foot or by helicopter. It is not a trip that everyone is capable of making, it is very, very extreme. Two volunteers and myself had the good fortune to accompany Jorge, the teacher of the Tsimari indigenous children, he hikes this path to the reservation every week to his very different and awsome job. I have great respect for Jorge, most of the teachers who have had this opportunity give up the job and quit after one week. It took us 10 agonizing hours, through rivers, over fallen logs, around and over vertical rock slopes and cliffs that go down as much as 40 meters, you do not want to slip and fall into the ravine below. We climbed up and down waterfalls, through creeks and streams, where often there was no path. For two hours, we hiked through a swamp flowing in the middle of the rainforest, and for three hours we endured solid, hard, heavy, torrential rain. 7 hours of our trip was uphill (steep and vertical). Our 60 liter backpacks were stuffed full with clothes, toothbrushes and school supplies for the indigenous children. These donations came from an American family who lives in Virginia, the Sanford’s. With the help of her parents and classmates, their daughter Megan collected the supplies after reading a blog www.costaricamountain.blogspot.com about the Cabecar and their needs. While on their vacation, they personally delivered the much needed supplies to us.

Voila, it is now my first night on the reservation! I have survived so far.

We finally arrived at the teacher’s small cabin, about 15 x 15 ft., it is situated on the reservation, the sun had set and it was dark before we got there. We immediately removed our sopping wet, mud covered clothes from our cold bodies. We were soaked to our skin, our rain jackets had failed in the hard driving, rainforest deluge. We searched our backpacks for a few remaining dry items of clothing, then we fell into our beds as if we were dead.

I was so exhausted, but I couldn't really sleep. My feet were burning with pain, I had giant yellow blisters on both big toes. We froze in the hut of the teacher where we were staying. The cold air passed up through his thin rugs, and my muscles ached throughout my body. The bed was not a real bed, but only a low wooden table with a thin 5cm
foam mattress, which was really superfluous. It was a very small room with only two beds on which 4 people would sleep. I shared one of the rock hard boards with the teacher, the others two volunteers slept on the other board. To make matters worse, I began to itch all over my body because as we came thorough the swamp, I had been bitten by every possible vermin, insect, and bug. Everywhere I looked on my body I was red and swelling. Now that we have been back home for a week, they no longer itch, but the bites are still there.

It was about 3am and the rooster was wide awake, announcing his presence. By 5am the sun was up and shining brightly. I peeled my aching body from under the scratchy covers and opened the door. For the first time I saw what surrounded the casita, as it had been dark when we arrived. I looked at a broad green valley, a few marshes, and at the bottom of the river stood a banana plantation. We were surrounded by rainforest mountains that cut us off completely from the outer world, the world of the “others”, as the Cabecar refer to us. Next to the house of the teacher there is a new school under construction, it has no roof yet, nor walls. There is only one other tiny “house” (a very humble dwelling) on this hill where an indigenous man called Abuelo (Grandfather) lives, he is one of the village elders.

The house of the Maestro (teacher) is not more than 15m2, it is incredibly tiny. The school for the children had been destroyed a few months ago by a landslide, so his cabin is also a storage area. All of the chairs and tables that were salvaged are stacked in the small space next to the two board beds with not another inch of space. His hut stands on very muddy ground, Tsimari is in the middle of a rainforest, and the teacher’s hut is built on stilts to keep it dry, although the roof did leak over the bed. Free-range pigs in the village kept us awake with their loud grunts while banging into the floor under the hut to scratch their bodies, Jorge took his machete and shooed and frightened the pigs away. The cracks between the boards of the walls and floor did not discourage the insects, nor keep out the cold.

In the village of Tsimari, each house is spaced about 2 kilometers from each other.
It consists of about 30-50 habitants, most of them children, and the simple housing of the indigenous is scattered over many miles. When I look out at the houses in the distance, they are all spaced about ½ hours walk from each other.

School starts at 7am every morning, but the children do not always show up, it appears to be optional, and without rules. We awoke with the sun at about 5am each day and waited to see which children would arrive.

I needed to find the bathroom and when I did, it consisted of a hole in the ground that is covered with a plastic form that you sit on. Corrugated tin sheets holding themselves up surround the toilet for privacy, there is no roof, and unsecured except for tree branches, the old tin threatens to fall down at any moment.

Jorge collected firewood and assembled our cooking fire. This is their only means of cooking, they have no gas, electric, or other options. We delayed cooking because we did not want to eat in front of the very hungry children and we had very limited minimal supplies. The Cabécar have little food to eat and they are always hungry. My stomach was growling pathetically, because the previous day I had eaten only peanut butter on toast for breakfast and two homemade granola bars. We had taken no time on the road to rest or eat, and we had nothing but granola bars for our hike. I was so focused trying to accomplish and survive the hike in one piece. that I had forgotten food completely. We drank our water from the rivers we crossed, and I felt as if this water was cleaner than any water I had ever had.

Upon our initial arrival at night, we had not eaten because we had no dry wood collected for a fire, and we had no food that did not require cooking. During our entire stay we ate only rice and beans, which we seasoned with some instant dry tomato soup to give it some taste.

Finally the kids start arriving at school, I watched them running up the hill. We got the chairs and tables from our house and Jorge hung a blackboard on the exterior wall of the house next to the front door. The chairs and table legs sunk deep into the earth on the uneven ground. On the first day, almost 10 of the 15 school children from the village came, they were between 7 and 14 years old.

Jorge simultaneously teaches the children of all ages. He teaches them Spanish, math and history, but the biggest challenge is teaching them to write their first name properly. Half of them are not yet capable. Communication is sometimes quite difficult because many speak less Spanish than I do (I am a native German speaker who learned Spanish and Latin in France.) The children were always talking among themselves in their very difficult native Cabecar language. The lessons were accompanied by the noise of construction at the new school. Women, men and other children from the village came and they all helped with construction of the new building. The Costa Rican Government paid for the materials and a supervisor, but the people must build their school by themselves. Some of the materials for walls, roofing, metal and styrofoam panels were delivered in a helicopter paid for with donated money. Basic construction consists of wood from trees that are directly cut down on site. Other materials, such as tanks and pipe for better sanitary facilities are transported on the backs of the Cabecar men, woman and children who carry these supplies up the same forest path that we traveled as there is no other way.

These journeys include the children who already by age 10 have more strength and endurance than we do. The school children participated with the construction during school breaks. They pulled the plastic coating off of the building materials and burned the trash because no one wants to the haul the garbage back through the jungle to the nearest town of Esperanza where I live, and there is no garbage or trash service there either.

On this day, the kids did not learn much, they were too busy being amused by my blond hair and they were marveling at my books and personal items that I had laid out in the sun to dry out.

The children requested that I write our names in each of their note books, and I wrote a little phrase in Spanish for each of them, they found this to be totally exciting. We gave each of them a toothbrush, which we had brought as part of the donations and showed them how to brush their teeth by demonstrating as we brushed ours. This was all new to them.

At 11am, the lesson's were over because another teacher, who teaches the Cabecar indigenous culture and language for 3 hours a day, did not show up on this week.
Had he arrived he would have had to sleep on the floor, which would not have been any less hard than our beds, but it would have been colder. I laid down after school to take a siesta and managed to sleep a little bit, I was still tired from the previous day and now I had a sunburn, which made me feel quite exhausted. That night I had a fever. The next day I still felt very weak, and the rice and beans diet was not energizing me.

By the third day, I was my old self again. I am not one to get sick, but I was thinking that there would be no help if I were to fall ill and I had to be fit by Friday in order to start the journey home.

Where I live in Esperanza, is not in luxury compared to my life in Germany. And yet our lives here are so easy compare to the lives of the indigenous. We have a real toilet at my house (I was really glad about this), running water, we can wash with soap, we have a stove and even an Internet connection, unless it rains too much. I have a soft bed and a small room for me alone! That's all I need.

Every morning on the reservation I stood in front of the teacher’s house waiting for the kids to arrive and waved to them cheerfully when I saw them coming. We spent a beautiful and exciting time with them. Each morning we cleaned our teeth together and had a lot of fun doing it. We gave them the donated clothes and they were happy about each sock and each pencil that we painfully dragged to the reservation, cursing our backpacks that we packed way too full. They were quite beside themselves over what we brought, and every day there were other people asking to see if we still had something left to give. We gave school supplies, sweaters, sweatshirts, pants and socks from the depths of our backpacks. It is not in their culture to say Thank You when they receive a gift. For us this was not important, we were happy just to give, and the next day we would see the children coming to school in their new clothes. Every day more children came to school, news had spread that there were visitors.

We prepared to play games and do some creative art paper projects with the children. They are beautiful, wonderful children, very gentle and straightforward, and they never were unkind to each other or to their teacher. I took many photographs, because I was so fascinated with them. The Cabécar are very nice people, small in stature but twice as strong as we are, with clear faces and beautiful brown skin.

Twice we went after school with Jorge and the children to the ice cold river to bathe. It was the only opportunity for us to wash ourselves a bit and it was also great fun with the kids splashing around in the water. They are very good strong swimmers. Everyday when it was time for them to go home, we were sad, especially on our last day when we realized we would not see them again. I followed them with my eyes, saw them go over the hill and disappear, and I waved one last time.

The rest of the day was not as exciting, and as usual, it was raining torrential sheets of water in the afternoon. Our routine was to put the tables and chairs back into the hut and then we played cards, napped or watched television. Jorge had a small pocket TV and a small solar panel on the roof that provided a little light in the evening with the help of a battery, it would operate the one channel he receives on the TV for 2 hours, although the reception was very bad.

Unfortunately, I was not able to talk much with the adults of the village, I saw only those who came every day to work on the school, and I did not want to disturb them while they worked. It seemed that the majority of them were not very good Spanish speakers, and in general are not very talkative people.

Maybe other opportunities will present themselves, I don’t know if I would or could take the agony of this difficult journey again.

The only road from Tsimari and into town is through Esperanza and the Cabecar pass through our village to go to the city, find work, receive medical care or to pick up food supplies.

On the reservation, you can not survive alone, and the Cabecar are only marginally surviving. No one has shown the indigenous how to grow upland rice, the only food they appear to have to eat are bananas, guavas, yucca, chayote and little sour oranges. The cows and pigs are sold to earn money, sometimes they drink cow's milk and eat the eggs of the free ranging chickens.

On our last day we gave our remaining rice to neighbors who need more food. We were not ready to carry even a kilogram extra back with us, it was too much to bear.

I must report that the way out, is the same as the way in, just in reverse. It was however much easier because after two hours of hiking uphill from our valley, it was all downhill, our backpacks were empty now, and no rain was falling, what an enormous relief. It took only 7 hours to come back and it was a lot more fun going downhill. I could almost really enjoy the journey, but we still must be so careful so as not to fall. Only the last hour was torture to me, because my blisters had not completely healed, and the bandages did not hold as our feet were wet the whole time. We did not wear hiking boots on this trip, we wore tall rubber boots, no other shoe could have made the journey. Everyone on the reservation has only rubber boots, because you just could not walk through the swamp and mud in any other shoes. The boots were not high enough to cross the rivers and keep our feet dry, sometimes the water was up to our hips. We emptied the boots each time, wrung out our socks when we took a short break and continued to hike with wet feet. Only days later after returning home, I can again wear shoes, I still feel pain simply by looking at my boots.

At 2pm on Friday, we completed our trip and arrived back in Esperanza where Ginnee our host had a dinner prepared and waiting for us (we had not eaten all day). Immediately after dinner, we scrubbed ourselves thoroughly in the shower with hot water, dressed our wounds and then fell into our soft comfortable beds until the birds woke us up when the sun again arose in the rainforest of Esperanza de Turrialba. My dream had come true; I will never forget this incredible adventure for as long as I live.

Link to photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=Ginnee&target=ALBUM&id=5411094509745856481&authkey=Gv1sRgCOHL8uuk7eOipwE&feat=email

Author: Anna Lucia Brigid Guenther
Regensburg, Bavaria, Germany

Lucia is a volunteer at Finca Quijote de Esperanza, Turrialba, Costa Rica. She likes farm life, dogs, animals, languages, writing, drawing illustrations, photography and life in Costa Rica.

If you would like to help the rural children and the Cabecar indigenous people by making a donation of clothing, blankets, school supplies or money, please contact ginnee@gmail.com. Thank you for your support.

2009-11-11T12:35:00.000-06:00

The moon was visable during the day.

2009-10-29T15:10:00.001-06:00

The Cabecar Indigenous who are my neighbors have a hard life.

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2009-10-29T14:04:00.001-06:00

Three indigenous, a man and two women came down today to retreve building supplies in addition to their personal supplies. Marcos tied items together so they could wear them for their 8 hour difficult hike. They will return, or other indigenous will come down, to retreve what they could not take. That big red jug filled with gasoline is heavy.

We also received a report that my 3 volunteers and the teacher arrived in the dark, their trip took them almost 12 hours. Well at least they made it with their heavy packs. They are experienced hikers but this type of hiking can only be decribed as ultra extreme. The indigenous have made this trip since birth, but they are tough, strong, extreme people capable of running to make this trip in as little as 5 hours when an emergency is pending.

Three foot bridges are now functional making this trip easier then it was. Which is not to say that this trip is easy by any means nor under the best conditions as is evident by our experienced hiking team.

Good thing I made those high energy granola bars with honey and fruit, I knew they would need fuel for their bodies to get there.

More news to come later this week,

2009-10-09T17:04:00.002-06:00

This is commonly called an "Owl Butterfly" and it's scientific name is Caligo Memnon. It has the owl eye marking as means of protection against predators, thinking it is an owl instead of a sweet morsel butterfly......it feeds on rotting fruit and has a bluish-purple coloration on the top of its wings. Its wingspan can reach up to 150 mm. It slightly resembles the blue morpho when it is resting with wings folded....however, the blue morpho has the most amazing iridescent blue-lavender coloration imaginable when in flight...a truly spectacular sight.

2009-10-09T17:01:00.000-06:00

Because of you, opportunities that did not exist a year ago are available to the very poor people who live in my area of rural, remote Costa Rica. Children and adults are learning English because we offer a free school to all who come. Some walk on goat trails for nearly an hour to get here. We have a volunteer American visitor teaching group classes.

My son met a man who worked for the United States government while in the airport in San Jose waiting for his flight. He promised to send my son a Rosetta Stone CD so he could learn Spanish, and he kept his promise. Because of this generous gift, a young woman is sitting at my computer right now, doing her English lessons, using the Rosetta Stone multi-language CD. Maira has never used a computer before, but she is catching on quickly.

You have made an enormous difference in the lives of so many folks. You have given them hope for a prosperous future. Your donation of items on our “Wish List” provides school supplies for the children, and so much more to families who could not otherwise afford something as simple as a pencil or crayons. We have been able to put clothes and shoes on indigenous children as they pass by our farm house.

We now have an internet connection and wifi which enables us to send the children of Esperanza and the outlying areas to 7th through 12th grade for the first time via the internet. Imagine how different their lives will now be because they can speak English, have a high school education and more if they want it. Their dreams can come true. We have already outgrown my daughter’s dining room and laundry area which is where we hold group classes. First come, first serve for the picnic table, benches and chairs, everyone else sits on the floor.

I asking my friends, strangers, everyone, to help us by donating their used computers in working order so that we can make this dream a reality and brake the cycle of poverty. Our monthly cost for the satellite internet connection is $150.00 a month, which causes me to swallow hard, but finally we have a life changing connection. When you live rural and remote, the government controlled monopoly does not serve you. This is the only possible way to send these children to school.

The government law says the children must go to school until the age of 18, but what if you don’t have a school, or transportation, and live high on a mountain? Oh well... The tourist books say education is free, well not exactly, they are nickeled and dime-ed for every piece of paper handed out, including all test papers. When you are that poor, every coin is needed for beans and rice on the table and for some there is not enough food.

Thank you, all of you, for everything you have done to change the lives of these children. You have given them hope, and provided the tools that open the doors of opportunity that break the cycle of poverty for generations to come.

We are all blessed to call you our friends.

Thank you,

Ginnee

Wish List

School supplies
Educational, CD’s, games, …
Pencils
pens
Paint
Brushes
Scissors
Pencil sharpeners
Coloring books
Spanish English dictionaries

Navy blue children’s pants
Navy blue children’s skirts
White shirts and blouses
Shoes, practical and sneakers,

Used laptop computers in working condition

Portable sewing machines, used are fine.

Sweat shirts
Ball caps

Rain gear and umbrellas

Toothpaste
Toothbrushes

Guitar
Keyboard / piano, portable electric, (really small)
Musical instruments
Drum sticks

2009-09-29T12:59:00.005-06:00

Sunsets are amazing here in Esperanza, this is our beautiful purple and pink sky that seems to be unreal.

2009-09-23T14:55:00.001-06:00

13 of my cows are pregnant. Our bull is the brown one. Oh Boy, this will be a good year.

2009-09-21T14:34:00.001-06:00

Life…, going where no man has gone before, and sometimes, sometimes often, my life feels like this. Living off-grid, trying to figure out how to have electricity, a refrigerator, by pass the electric regulator of a gas oven, boost cell phone reception, relay a trans-sat dish connection further up the farm, how to do all of these things affordably and understanding them sufficiently so that you can do it yourself. You must understand how all of these factors work, or they will never stay working for you. Unless you have more money than God has dirt, you can’t afford to pay someone who knows it all, if those people even exist, a few do, most don’t, and I know even fewer.

I get a lot of my info from Dummies books, forums on line, online research, and friends in the know of a particular subject, which is a very small nitch of an already small group of friends. Let’s face it, when you can’t get online, you need a book. If you live off-grid, you may need lots of books because the fact that you are off-grid means that civilization as others know it, is not a block away. Buy the book (books), all of them, your going to need all of the help you can get. The book is a great place to start, make notes, collect internet sites you did not find on your own, and you will reference it / them, time and time again. Hopefully you will buy more than one.

Living in a foreign country and not being a native speaker makes it more difficult, you can not find a book in your language or subject matter. Buy the books, all of them on any subject you may want to know, including gourd carving and basket making and bring them with you. My gourd carving book has been sitting in the US for 6 months now, along with many other items, so many other items for so long that I can not remember what I ordered online. The gourds are growing, I may as well learn how to express my creativity and I hear that basket weaving is good for potential mental illness.

I love Amazon for it’s simplicity when ordering and I often get carried away with my need to know and have. Solving the problem of how to get these items into my country other than by human courier, has not been solved. Forget the mail, you do not have enough money for this option, and then there is the inconsistency of customs and your item getting hung up with the dreaded tax man. That all depends on the country you are in I suppose. I know my devil.

It appears that I was a child who asked “Why?”, and nothing has changed. Perhaps that is why my parents did not like me all that much, they did not know how to handle “Why?”, and I did not accept, “Because I said so”, as an answer. Of course it is not an answer, never was, never will be. I still ask “Why?”, it is only recently that I realized this, my husband pointed it out to me following a recent need to know moment. Apparently, I have more need to know than some other folks. I did not know that. The only exception here is when I am saying, “Tell someone who cares”.

2009-09-14T16:22:00.001-06:00

Five of the horses escaped last night leaving their kids behind. At 11 we went outside to see what the noise was about only to find two restless horses complaining loudly. This morning we will round them up; by midnight, they had all broken loose. At least they were now quiet.

We do not have light pollution, so when it is not a full moon and the sky is clear, you can see a million stars. Last night was as crystal clear as it gets and the heavens were a thick blanket of stars and constellations.

Today is the start of planting time by the biodynamic calendar. It will be a busy week of planting pumpkins, basil, parsley, and many flats of other seedlings. With a many hands, the job goes quickly. This week we have been eating fresh string beans and we still have what seems like a lifetime supply of spinach in the garden. I try to hide the spinach in most everything I make, except when I am not hiding it and everyone is exposed to blatant spinach. Every time I pick up a cookbook I am searching for spinach recipes, perhaps the next great use for spinach has escaped me, not likely however. We eat by candle light, so it is hard to tell exactly what you are eating sometimes.

This weekend I made Falafel patties for the first time, they were good, far better than I expected. Creamed spinach would go nicely with this dish. We are none-vegetarians who eat a lot of vegetables, in fact, we eat more veggies than many vegetarians do. Depending on what is in season, we are often overrun with a particular crop. Because we eat fresh, not frozen or canned, a crop can be overwhelming for the cook. In just 15 minutes, I can pick enough spinach to feed 6 people a spinach entree for 2 days. The time taken to clean spinach takes far longer, sometimes it seems like hours.

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Maira's thank you note to me, accompanied a fish from her pond.

Safiya is a volunteer at the farm who has applied for a doctorate program in the US. She does a bit of everything here and starting today she is teaching English in the afternoons. While developing her lesson plans, she has been working with Carolina, one of our employees. Carolina is quick to learn, has desire, and is a joy in general. Her sister Maira also works for us. Maira and I are together every morning and I take that opportunity to teach her English phrases and now cooking terms.

Last week we made two fresh orange cakes with oranges from the orchid. It was the first cake she had ever made, or seen made, and we made it by hand with no electrical appliances. They came out perfect and I gave her one to take home. We cushioned the hot pan and cake in newspaper so that it would not burn through the rice sack that she carefully carried it home in. Maira lives down my mountain, across the river and up a mountain. It takes her the better part of an hour to walk to work and she is never late.

She is a joy to have and at age 21 this is her first job. Maira has not had the opportunities presented to you and me. As with all of our local rural children, her education lasted only 6 years and by US standards it was maybe a 3rd grade education. The children are being cheated and everyone loses. We need these kids to have a prosperous, successful future, and they need the skills to make a living while protecting the rainforest. But it is even bigger than that, so much damage has been done as a result of deforestation for crops like cattle, coffee, and sugar. We need to teach the rural people, that they can make as much money or more than they were making with their deforested land, by reforesting with a variety of carbon sequestration tree crops.

Finca Quijote is a demonstration farm, we are leading by example while extending a helping hand, sharing knowledge and teaching what we know. Blessed with an education and opportunity, the best foreign aid we can give, is the gift of knowledge. We can see change coming, slowly, but it is coming. Maira, Carolina and the others in their pueblo, are listening and watching. Their brother wrote us a letter in Spanish, and then he looked up every word in English which does not translate perfectly, but it was an extraordinary effort to be understood. Once upon a time, they had prosperous lives, and then their employment opportunities went away. I know this to be true. Since then (20 years), they have been in survival mode and there are no jobs available for the rural people at this time. Only the rural people can protect the rainforest, we must show them how to make a living and educate their children at the same time.

You can help by donating educational supplies. We always need:

pencils
crayons
Spanish English dictionaries
used laptop computers in working order
portable sewing machines
sweat shirts
childrens shoes
good durable clothing such as blue jeans

We finally have an internet connection and wifi where we volunteer teach the children. Because we are off grid, and with no landline phones in the pueblo, this was a very expensive effort. Our monthly cost for a simple connection is $150.00 USD With laptop computers (easier to get into the country) we can give the kids the opportunity to go past 6th grade via the internet. Please tell everyone you know and ask them to donate their old computers so that we can teach children who have no other options. We need to teach them how to be prosperous again. Prosperous is a word they used when writing us, for them it means putting enough food on the table, shoes on their children, enough money to give their children an education and to afford a doctor when one is needed. Their concept of prosperous differs from yours.

Thank you for helping my neighbors.