Down on the (Funny) Farm

Adlani loves Lennox, and just about every other animal he comes across.

Adlani and Lennox

Walking in the road…a very exciting activity for suburbians.

Walking to the Barn

The horses were curious at first, but took off when they figured out we had nothing for them.

Adlani and Horses

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Horses 1

Adlani and Horse

Quite a few calves even though spring is months away.

Cows

This is Huck…a gentle giant.

Huck

Here horsey horsey horsey.

Feeding the Horse

Muddy Horse Pen

Adlani made friends with every barn cat while I was checking his shot records for a Tetanus booster.

Barn - Adlani and Cat

Still Life – Barn Cat.

Barn - Cat

Up on top of the ceiling.

Barn - Cats

These baby goats lost their mom, and were trying to find food wherever they could.

Barn - Aliya Goat

Barn - Norah Goat

Barn - Baby Goats

New to the farm…sheep!

Barn - Sheep

Barn - One Sheep

Aliya needed some hay for a school project, so I had them pose for a photo.

Hay - Photo Op

And then they decided to climb to the top.

Hay - Climbing

This doesn’t seem like a great idea to me.

Hay - Aliya on Top

Auntie Kristin is going to kill Elijah when she sees these photos.

Hay - Norah on Top

They didn’t know how to start the 4-Wheeler, so they decided to push it.

4 Wheeler - Pushing

4 Wheeler - Pushing Adlani

Time to put it back.

4 Wheeler

Aliya’s favorite Tennessee activity – driving.

Utility Vehicle

Walking home, tired out from all the fun.

Adlani

Norah and Huck

Aliya and Elijah

After less than 36 hours in Tennessee, we continued south toward Sarasota, Florida.

Coyote Canyon Camping

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about our half-day horseback riding trip with Coyote Canyon Adventures.  We had a great time and the kids were dying to go back and take Ben this time, but he wasn’t too keen on the idea and to be honest I was starting to wonder if we were pushing our luck, having survived one trip already.  I like horses but I don’t have a lot of experience riding, and although Rodrigo told us that most of their 8,000+  riders have been inexperienced and only 35 (now 36) have fallen off, the trails into and out of the canyon are definitely not “beginner” trails.

The kids finally won me over and I agreed to an overnight horseback riding / camping trip and scheduled a date with Rodrigo.  He called me the night before to say that the weather may not cooperate and that he’d call me at 8 a.m. to let me know if he was going to pick us up at 9.  At that point I was thinking that the threatening weather might be “a sign”, and Ben was grumbling about flash floods and landslides.  It had poured in el Centro that day and the streets turned into rivers, but by the next morning it looked clear and beautiful.  Rodrigo called to say that we had a date, and we grabbed our bags and headed to Starbucks.

When we arrived in el Jardin we met another family – a mom, grandma, and 2 little girls from Texas, who were there for the full-day ride but not the overnight.  In Rodrigo’s van we met another family – a mom, dad, and 11YO son from Toronto who were going camping with us.  Rodrigo also had his daughters – Cristiana (11) and Monique (13), who would be helping the cowboys for the overnight portion, as Rodrigo had to leave with the full-day family and then head out to a meeting the next day.

We drove out to the ranch and the kids milked cows and chased sheep around, then we got a refresher from Rodrigo, got our horse assignments, and off we went.  There were a lot of riders and I was way in the back, but there were so many cowboys plus Rodrigo and his daughters that I just let them worry about the kids and focused on not becoming #36.  The trail down into the canyon was a bit less intimidating than last time because I knew what to expect, but then we continued riding along the river and out onto the road.  I’m still not completely confident that my horse will listen to me and not take off down the road at a gallop, but he was fine.  Crossing the busy road was a little scary but the cars couldn’t possibly miss seeing us – there were at least 20 horses.

We rode down to a little store and bought snacks, then back down the road and into the canyon.  When there was an opportunity to gallop, all of the kids moved into the galloping group (I did not), and took off.  Then the boy in front of Adlani lost his hat, Adlani’s horse jumped over it, and Adlani flew off and scraped his back and hit the back of his head.  Rodrigo was right there to pick him up, and we continued along the river to a swimming hole.  We had brought bathing suits but of course the kids all jumped in wearing half of the clothes we had with us.  They had a great time jumping off the rocks and then we walked back down the river to the campsite.

The campsite was in a beautiful spot and after a snack we got our tents set up just in time for a little rain.  I laid in my tent alone and tried to take a quick nap while the kids yelled and ran around (they were already soaked, so the rain had no effect on them).  The cowboys made dinner – chicken wings, beef, onions and cactus (like peppers), and quesadillas.  Then we sat around the campfire and vegetated until the kids got bored and we played Heads-Up with my phone which was a lot of fun.  I have no idea when we went to bed – I don’t have a very good sense of time here, especially in the canyon.  Aliya and I were in one tent, and Ben, Adlani, and Norah were in the other.  It wasn’t too cold, so we were pretty comfortable, although the ground was a little hard.  During the night I heard hooves going by my tent and someone eating grass…I found out later that one of the horses got loose but the cowboys took care of it.

In the morning, the cowboys cooked breakfast – scrambled eggs, hotdogs, and quesadillas.  It was nice to be camping and have someone else do the cooking and clean-up, as well as hauling all of the stuff – that was the donkeys’ job.  The kids went swimming again, we packed up our stuff, and started back up the canyon a little after noon.  We took a different trail this time and a few parts were very steep and a little scary.  At the top Monique wanted to pose us for a photo op on the edge of the canyon and I was having no part of it.  I know the horses won’t go over the edge, but it’s a LONG way down.  From there, the ride back to the ranch was uneventful, and we had some time to relax before the van came (driven by our new friend Andres from the ceramics class) to take us home.

The land is absolutely gorgeous, the horses are well-trained and healthy, the cowboys are very competent, and Rodrigo and his family do a great job of keeping everyone safe and happy.  Even Ben admits it was a great experience, although we were a little sore and a lot tired afterward.  But we’ve recovered and I know the kids will be talking about it for a long time.

There aren’t many photos of us actually riding horses, but hopefully I’ll get some from Rodrigo.

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Monique:

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Cristiana after being sprayed with milk by Javier:

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New babies:

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Ben had nothing to do with procuring this milk:

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I never thought I’d see Adlani having this much fun without a video game in his hand:

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Break time at la tienda:

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The swimming hole:

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Rodrigo:

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Chato:

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Monique:

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Heads-Up:

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Hummingbirds:

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Reviving the campfire:

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Hunting for tadpoles:

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A skink:

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The kids went off on a ride without the parents:

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Don Rosa (AKA Mr. Pink) demonstrated his lasso abilities…he told us that he once lassoed a coyote!

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Ben needs some lessons:

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Ben with Javier’s daughter Fernanda:

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Cristiana driving us back to the highway:

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Sabado en San Miguel

Yesterday illustrated a few of the things I love about San Miguel.  First, I went out early again and took more door photos which I will publish as tomorrow morning’s blog post on www.iDigHardware.com.  I love walking the streets in the early morning – the weather continues to be absolutely beautiful and there are so many interesting things to see and absorb. 

After my short photo safari I went home to get Norah up for our ceramics class.  To be honest, I wasn’t all that excited about spending the day with a lump of clay – my creativity is more linear and my perfectionist tendencies makes clay a difficult medium for me.  But Norah had seen an advertisement for the class way back at the beginning of our trip, and a few days later we were approached on the street by Andrés, who was organizing the class.  Apparently we looked artistic, or maybe it was just the allure of filling 5 spots in the class.  None of the other kids were interested, so Andrés told me that some moms had signed up to take the class with their kids.  At that point there was no way Norah was letting me off the hook, so the two of us signed up. 

On the way to el Sindicato, we stopped at the Bagel Cafe.  The bagels were really good!  I met a lady there who has lived in SMA for 21 years and we had a long talk (food takes longer to serve in Mexico) about how much we both love it here.  Then Norah and I sat in el Jardin to eat and watch the goings-on before heading to the class, where we sat down with an American girl about Norah’s age and a mom-looking person who turned out to be a family friend.  The dad was there with her little brother.  Then another girl about the same age came in, with her mother.  I started to think I’d at least have some interesting people to talk to – did I mention that it was a 5-HOUR class?  As the class began, all of the parents said goodbye and took off, and I spent the day under the scrutiny of three 6-year-olds (“you’re older than my dad”, “you’re getting gray hair like my mom”, “you need to practice with clay more”).  At one point early-on Norah said I should leave too…no way kid – we’re making some mother-daughter memories today whether you like it or not.

The class was actually fun, and I made a ratoncito which for some reason that I haven’t figured out yet seems to be a symbol of SMA.  I also made a flaming heart – another common symbol.  I made a bunch of other things but they all failed spectacularly.  Norah made a “dead guy” that she saw at the mummy museum, along with a mug, a heart, and a rat of her own.  After working with clay in the morning, we painted some already-fired pieces in the afternoon.  At lunch-time we were serenaded by a few musicians, one of which was playing the jawbone of a large animal by running a stick along the teeth.  There are so many opportunities for classes, camps, and workshops in SMA, most of which are much less expensive than they would be at home.  Considering that 2 weeks for 3 kids at day camp in Framingham cost almost as much as a month’s rent for our beautiful house in SMA, I can see the writing on the wall for future summers.

Helena, Lola, and Norah getting started on making their clay the right texture to work with:

Norah was afraid of the stairs leading up to the dance studio because they were open to the first floor about 12 feet below, but her new friends helped her out.  The allure of peeking in on the couple dancing was too great to ignore.

I think the thing I love most about SMA is how open and friendly people are.  I’m a connector – I love connecting with people and connecting people with each other.  I’m sure there was a time when Ben disliked that particular character trait – I was always bringing home random people and he was extremely shy.  But he has adapted very well and not only is he a huge help with the preparations and clean-up for my gatherings, I think he is actually starting to enjoy meeting new people. 

On Friday night we met a mom and 20YO daughter right outside our door – the kids had all starting playing soccer in the street and the other mom (Lisa) and I realized that we both spoke English and started chatting.  She lives in Mystic, Connecticut and her daughter (Amy) goes to UConn, and they were renting a house down the street with her sister (Deedee) and her two daughters, who live in NYC.  By the end of our conversation I had invited them all to dinner the next night, when we had already planned to have dinner with our friend Becca from Casa Hogar Santa Julia.  When Norah and I headed off to our ceramics class, I left Ben and the other kids a scavenger hunt list of dinner fixings.  We had rotisserie chicken (so good!), roasted cauliflower with garlic and olive oil (another big hit), mashed potatoes, asparagus, chopped salad, fresh bread, and carrot cake with homemade ice cream from the ice cream man down the street who Norah calls “my guy.”  And I think we had a fair amount of wine because I have a slight headache.  It’s nothing a mimosa with fresh-squeezed OJ from the guy at the end of our street won’t fix. 

We had a fabulous dinner with our new friends, and the kids were extra-excited when they found out that the other family’s house had a plunge pool.  After another game of street soccer the kids went down to #20 for a plunge.  Since Lisa and Amy are leaving Monday, they invited us to dinner at their house tonight, and we’re going to take Deedee and her daughters to the orphanage with us this week.  I don’t know if San Miguel tends to attract interesting people or I just think everyone is interesting, but it was a great time.

Today is an unplanned day and tomorrow we’re headed out on an overnight horseback riding trip, so if you don’t hear from me again it means that I was washed away in a flash flood down in the canyon or eaten by whatever predators live down there.  Hopefully we’ll live to tell the tale of how we survived overnight without electronic devices.  TTFN!   

Just an average night in el Jardin…

Ben is dying for me to write a post about our trip to Guanajuato but there are so many photos that I haven’t gotten around to it.  I’ll do it soon.  Today I went out early to take some door photos – I’m working on a photo essay for a (door) magazine, and trying to get a cover shot of one particular door which isn’t easy.  There are always cars parked in the way, mop buckets sitting in front of it, or someone camped out on the stoop.  I did post a few door photos on my work blog and then worked until about 2 p.m.  It’s amazing how much time I spend answering email.

Ben had not been to the daily artisans’ market yet so we spent about an hour there and bought a few things.  Then Ben and Adlani went to Mega (the big supermarket), and the girls and I went to Casa Hogar Santa Julia (the orphanage).  One of the girls there (Fatima – age 12) told me she’s going to miss me when we go back to the United States.  We will miss them too.  Becca (the volunteer from Colorado) is coming for dinner tomorrow night, and we met a mom and daughter from Connecticut outside our door who are renting #20 and invited them too.  I think it would be really easy to meet people here, even though some are only here briefly.

After dinner we headed out for a stroll to el Jardin (I walked more than 15,000 steps today and there was no horse involved this time), stopped to play soccer in our street, and continued on our way.  As we entered the square, we saw a mojingaga – a giant puppet and stopped for a photo op. 

There was a large mariachi band nearby, and in the next second I saw them gathered around a couple, who were quickly surrounded by a crowd.  Proposals are always exciting to witness:

It looked like a friend was recording the event on an iPhone, so I told Aliya to go and ask them if they wanted some photos (the lighting was a challenge but I thought I had some decent ones).  She said I was an embarrassment and refused.  As luck would have it we caught up with them on a side street and I used my crappy Spanish to say congrats, and explain that I had photos.  The groom-to-be wrote down his email address for me and as soon as they take a break from celebrating they’ll find photos in their inbox.

We have one more week to enjoy SMA.  I’m not sure if I will be able to leave.  ):

Runaways

Today is the last day of Ramadan (any questions, refer to the post on Ramadan FAQs), and we’re having a quiet day at home so I can catch up on some work.  I took the girls out for a quick breakfast and we saw something unusual on the way home…3 runaway donkeys.  Of course my first instinct was to grab the camera, my second thought was how to help.  They were heading up a busy street (Insurgentes) into el Centro, followed by a line of cars and buses.

In addition to being a bit comical, it was sad because whoever lost their donkeys probably counts on them for their livelihood, but there was nothing I could do.  I couldn’t catch them, and even if I did, how would I spread the word that we had someone’s lost donkeys held in our garage?  And what would I feed them?  What if they ate John and Carolyn’s beautiful garden?  When someone came to claim them, how would I know they were the rightful owners?  I do know how to say “donkey” in Spanish, but I’m not sure I could translate the nitty-gritty details of a donkey description.

All I can do now is hope that someone grabbed them and got them home.  Maybe there will be a lost donkey ad in Attencion this week.  And if you’re reading this and lost your donkeys, they were last seen headed toward el Jardin.