I love it when I yell to taylor dont forget to wash your hands after touching the horse poop and someone else will call out did you hear your mom? Thats life on the farm.
3 of the women decided one day that the main house where the owner lived, near the gardens, was a gun free space and that they would be the ones to tell Taylor so I didnt have to always be the one giving him the rules. Because it takes a village. By gun I mean stick, by the way!
There are no other kids here, which would certainly make it more fun for taylor. But having other adults, even adults who are not parents, offer their wisdom or back me up, makes parenting so much easier!!
And most of the adults are playful, so as long as one plays at a time, theres always for Tay! And if theres not, he throws a stick for Ellie, the energetic dog. Or just runs freely around the farm, pretending to hunt storm troopers with
Lost our toilet day 5. Wed been told to pee outside when possible to save water but hadnt actually started doing it until our toilet was busted.
All of Taylor‘s practice peeing on trees and not flushing the toilet when it only had Pee in it, paid off during this time on the farm. He fit right in. Only took a week for them to get the courage to empty the septic tank and then we had a toilet again! There were others on the farm, so it wasnt a big deal, just not within steps of our bed!
By the time we left, I was looking forward to warm water dripping from the shower, assuming that would happen at our next stop. Heating water on the stove and pouring it from a bowl onto my head just to get the sand out from the beach wed been at weeks earlier was getting old. And I was actually looking forward to having walls. I was running out of answers for Taylor‘s question of how can we protect ourselves in the middle of the night from intruders with just this mosquito net. We had moved to a
bed on the ground floor since his fall from the top of the ladder up to our loft. As cozy as it was up there, climbing up with only one hand didnt seem feasible.the sprained one was in a sling for a few days. I was so happy that on day 3 he went up there again and got over whatever fear came after he fell. But sleeping downstairs made more sense, despite being wide open. So when we finally moved to a regular hotel room, it was a nice change. Felt secure to lock a door! What I didnt expect, was that waking up surrounded by walls instead of trees actually felt more isolating than it I know I appreciated waking up and essentially being outside and cooking/eating looking out at the farm but I didnt realize that I would feel so separated from nature by these concrete walls. No wonder we disconnected from it, sheltered from the elements and from everything outside our homes. We spend way too much time inside. I both appreciate the luxuries and miss the living.
There havent been many since the time on the farm. So its my first chance to lie still and not be any part of the fun. I love being the fun in the water but Im not a fan of digging in the sand or running in the sun. And these are nice kids. Not the ones who will throw sand in his face just cuz they think maybe hes about to possibly do something they dont want. We met one of those. He did not bring out the best in taylorthey matched each others aggression. Ive never seen tay get so angry at a kid as when that one picked up the sand with the threat of throwing it directly into his mouth! He was a 5 year old Canadian boythe only one I couldnt blame language/cultural differences on! But you cant only meet people you likealthough my son still did wanna play with that kid the next day!
So here we are, beach meets rainforest. In Manuel Antonio there is a series of small beaches unlike the one long one we stayed at in Smara. So each trip is to a different one, depending on how far
we wanna hike or if we prefer the bus. Some are secluded and others are easier to find friends.
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