A refugee from CoVid-19
It has passed several months since I wrote the last blog. I thought I was too busy at the moment, but now I realized I was escaping from my true feelings, I knew I wasn´t doing what I wanted and if I'd write about it I would notice.
When the virus arrived in Ecuador, I had already investigated a lot, I was following its steps from January. I remembered I told my husband that it was going to be a huge thing, but he was reluctant. Those days, my mom had been sick and we drove back together to Quito. There I heard of the quarantine and I didn´t know what to do. Finally, despite my husband's thoughts, we decided to get back to our farm and stay there.
Since the first day, I knew we did the right thing. Here we have had beautiful days full of color and nature. Today is the first rainy morning, so I felt the desire to write again. I feel blessed because of my experiences, but also, I felt useless. I have faith that everything is going to finish at some point, although, I felt like it will be just the beginning of a change, still don´t understand if it is going to be a good one, but I know more than ever that I want to be part of something bigger. This year, I am supposed to start an Agroecology master's degree at the University of Georgia, the fall semester is going to begin in September, but I´ll work for the university so I´ll start in August and I have to travel in July, and I wonder if this is going to happen...
No plans, no future, nothing has never been an affirmation, even though this is the first time I feel it as a reality. We use to forget that life is a tombola, a bingo game, it can finish at any moment. My dad has a young cousin who recently died from coronavirus, how this happened? Well, he was on vacation with his wife in Cartagena Colombia, they had been planning this vacation a whole year, so they were very happy, and they were there when Ecuador's government announced the quarantine. They came back as soon as they can, but when they arrived Guayaquil the virus had already expanded in the city. They drove through the coast until they arrived home on Sunday 15th, that day my dad saw his cousin at the town, my dad wanted to say hello, but as we were on our truck and we didn't find a place to park, we just say hi from inside the car (windows closed). We didn´t know he was sick nor he had recently come back from a journey. 9 days later he was dead. That particular thing blew up our sense of security because of living in a little rural area far from big cities.
I didn´t expect this blog has meaning, I just wanted to share my feelings and some beautiful photos to cheer up a little.
We have been sharing some time with cows, dogs, chickens, and cats
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| Pastora and Mocho playing |
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| Misha and Gray |
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| Jaki, Telma, and Macadamia |
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| Some chickens taking sun |
We are not selling milk nor eggs, so luckily we have plenty of food. Also, we have a lot of space to walk and things to do, sometimes we can even forget what is happening...
I try to walk every day, there is 3 km (almost 2 miles) between the house and the river, so in total, I walk almost 4 miles, so the next group of photos is from the road.
I found some beautiful flowers which I didn't know.
Also, I met some wild friends: a little turtle and a family of guatusos
I wish you the best, let me know how are you at home.
