Sunday, August 24, 2008
After the zoo, we hopped in the back of his pickup, and enjoyed the ride across the Belizean countryside. At that point, it had been over 10 hours since our last meal, but our guide was set on us waiting until we reached the market stalls in Belmopan. Belmopan is the capital of Belize after a hurricane trashed over 75% of the buildings in Belize City in the 60s. The "city" seemed like a half-hearted attempt never really believed in. The market was respectable, however. In Belize, the traditional meals consist of beans and rice. We came up to a stall with a woman sorting dried beans on a picnic table and ordered our meals. I had a long-simmered saucy beef dish, while Reb had the chicken. They were incredibly good. Afterwords, we collected a few limes, avocado, etc. at the other booths, and we were off.
After checking out the still, dark, stuffy bunks downstairs of the hostel, our man showed us his 3rd floor rooftop apartment with windows on all sides and gentle breezes filtering through the room with great views across the countryside. We were hooked.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Belize, the zoo
So, we just got back from a quick trip into the belize backcountry. We were picked up by our hostel host/guide/writer/organic researcher Ray, from Falconview Hostel. Our first stop on our way was the Belize Zoo. They had a great collection of cats, and the layout of the zoo allowed much more room with a natural setting for each animal. They seemed more content than the typical zoo animals, and we thoroughly enjoyed the park.
Where have you been?
That's where I've been. Didn't think a job would take over my life again, but this one is totally worth it. Sometimes I think when I return back home each day, home is the home away from home (anybody get that?). I'm the greenhouse manager (among other things) at a certified organic urban farm. We do all kinds of stuff: CSA, community gardens, u-pick crops, research and education. My passion in life has shifted here. I'll be around from time to time, but I'm a slave to my job. And I love it.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Kohlrabis for the pickin'
If you happen to know what a kohlrabi is, most likely you'll grow them for the bulb (longer storage). I grow them for the stalks and leaves. A sweet and stringy-less alternative to kale and collards. Munch 'em raw if nobody's looking, or chop and toss in stir-fry. With a little smoked bacon. Oh, yeah. That's good.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Whodini goes on vacation
It's not easy being the bottom of the pecking order. Constantly getting picked on by everybody is a full-time job nobody wants. So once in awhile I give Whodini a break all by herself in "The Spa". It's the perfect blend of fluffy dirt, sun, and seclusion. Who could ask for a more perfect dust bath?