sunburn

hi. i miss you. hi. i love you. hi. its beautiful and i wish you were here.


i left asheville on monday. from a craigslist post, i got a sweet hippie chick to share the ride and i got to spend a night at the hostel in the forest in brunswick, georgia, which was pretty sweet. its all hand built tree houses and domes, compost toilets, an outdoor kitchen in the works. chickens. wooden trails on stilts through the woods. a big glass house for yoga. gardens. a lake. an outdoor shower and a bath... it 's pretty glorious. i didn't stay long, nor did i socialize much with the staff who were the only people there the night i stayed. i don't know why not. they all seemed pretty awesome, and interesting. i just needed some solo time.

i left and spent a night in my aunt's trailer in a gated retirement community while she was in new york. it was kind of awesome to be alone. and it was hot and muggy and beautiful. nice respite.

anyway. now i'm on this "farm" in florida, which is like, mostly a hippie homestead, sort of a preserve. the guy who owns it is a botanist who works for the state. he's smart and the place is pretty nice. i was sleeping in a stationary van with a mattress, that was nice and looked out on a meadow, sweet under the moon and stars at night. but last night there were two huge flying roaches in there, so i moved into the trailer. there are two of us in there, another wwoof person and i. there is no power. there is drinking water and a pond for bathing. there is a fire for cooking. there's a "compost toilet" which is not very private and i've had a hard time using it- its just a bucket under a toilet seat with a curtain on one side. you cover the shit with leaves and put into an aging compost pile. i'm down with the humanure, but i don't like having no privacy to shit in. i didn't go for 24 hours.

anyway. its not really a farm, but it probably will be one day. there are lots of really young fruit trees (fruitless now though) ... and nut trees. there are basil, mint, and some other herbs. lemongrass. but nothing really to eat. probably there are lots of edible mushrooms, but i haven't learned about them yet. mycol- the owner, buys food. we have a stew we keep adding to. potatoes and onions in the mornings for breakfast- we cook over a fire. it has taken us almost an hour each morning to cook breakfast. mycol doesnt care what time we get up, so that's nice, too. he's totally a pothead dude and gets distracted constantly. but he knows so much about plants and ecology and has this gorgeous land that he lets random strangers come live on and work on. yesterday i painted a little mural type thing on the wall enclosing the front porch. today, i planted lettuces and painted primer on more of the porch. i cooked a meal which takes awhile. it was hot today and there were 4 of us working. only 2 of us and mycol are living there though. mycol stays in a yurt, we hung out in there the first night. he plays guitar and churango which is like a tiny guitar that plays more like a mandolin. i'm getting ok at banjo! i can play a bunch of songs. i keep learning new ones. i'm getting more comfortable with it. maybe i'll busk one day. i have at least half an hour of songs, i think.... heh....


so. i dont know how long i will last doing this. i have so many mosquito and fire ant bites. i look like i have chicken pox. but whatever. no huge flying roaches in the trailer so far, and its a pretty beautiful life on the finca. working on my moccasins- hey, that sinew stuff seemed a lot easier to separate when lizzy was doing it. i cant seem to make it work. lizzy- advice? um. i'm really lookinh forward to chicago halloween. i'll probably stay here until then. i'm writing from a place called "the beer pit" right now, in gainesville. heh. and charging my phone, and drinking wine. yeah, this is why i dunno if i can keep travlin. i got so little, moneywise, and i spend little, but i do spend. anyway. whatever happens. there's a million ways to be.

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