The promised land: My land :)

Sunday, September 3rd

NOTE: It has been a while since the last post and many things have happened. I have now relocated to Guayaquil, fully engaged in working here, left all the beautiful moments of traveling with great friends, etc.. but I will try, nonetheless, to fill it what is left, for completeness

This day was marked by us waking up early (noonish) and calling El Abogado, my cousing Cagelito, my other cousing Luis Fernando and a few friends to go to a piece of land that my brother, aunt and myself bought near the mountains in a place called Dos Bocas. This is a really small and poor town if you can call it that. There is a river that runs through it and we plan to host a BBQ next to it.

So we gather everyone and leave in our new road warrior, the Diesel Citroen Berlingo, otherwise known as El Snoopy. We all head over to the meat store to buy a few goodies and off we go. After about an hour and a half we are there, at our own patch of land.. 80 acres of beautiful nothing. We have not managed to have any plants there yet but everything is growing wild, just the way we like it.

We camp out by the river and Fabiola starts cooking. The guys head over to the river, some wearing underware only, and we sit and chat by the river. I also start cleaning up the river banks that have gotten flooded with debris from upstream. Nasty things like plastics and leathers have come down and we take about 45 minutes to clean everything up. We ate afterwards.

All of a sudden, we strike up a game of ¨throw rocks to a bigger rock downstream¨. Part of the rules was that the bigger rock, the target, was far enough that you had to really take some impulse to hit it. The other rule was that you had to sit down in the river so as to not use your body to build up momentum. It was fun and I won the first hand. The second hand had a far away rock that was impossible to hit. Really, we could not hit it until it was late and we had to leave.

We got back and the sun was setting. This reminded me of the times in Guatemala or Nicaragua where we always scrapped off the bottom of the Rosinante against the Topes.. This time, they were called Vigilantes Acostados (or laydown cop) and we were smarter than going with four people in El Snoopy while crossing them. We certainly have learned the ways and disembarked our crew. We walked while El Snoopy passed the hurdles without problems.

We got back and simply relaxed.