these are a few of my favorite things

the sun on my face...............

wildflowers in the jungle...............................

green snakes.................................................

(and thanks to blogger for allowing me to post today...albiet short and sweet...I'll try for a few more, later)

In the land where he was born~

He spent hours and hours on end listening to my CDs. He loves The Beatles, Tom Petty, and Johnny Lang--the best out of the tunes I brought. It made me giggle to hear him sing the words they way he thought they were. When you don't know the language of the song, the actual words are a bit difficult to manage...

We hung around in these for hours talking about a fantasy life together in a world that does not exist.
One afternoon, he filed my fingernails with and emery board he had never seen the likes of; humming the begining of Yellow Submarine over and over. It was the sweetest thing you ever saw. Right out of a movie that makes you cry everytime.

and last night, mi amor de la bosque de lluvia, called his nena, and asked for more money. This morning I sent it to him.

and with that, the chapter about the ending, begins~

buenos noches...

de la celva de Mocoron, La Mosquitia, Honduras, CA.
I love this place.
Primative, yet...there is the internet in the middle of it all. A solar powered computer center is the finished grant from USAID, and allows me to write to you.
It´s amazing. Really. Last year we had to pay for the generator just to have light. Now we have computers! oh, and showers.(not hot, but water from the wall...as opposed to the rio mocoron en los años pasados)
Anyway.
Today we finished the vivero, and planted about 500 seeds. cedro macho(which they say is the next mohagany)caoba, and papaya. in about 2 months, the seeds will be saplings ready to plant. Probably about 400 will make it. This is my legacy. This is my contribution. From here on out, I´m a tree planter. Every year I return, that will be my mission. The kids here only know they are working for a toothbrush and toothpaste. maybe some underwear. a ponytail holder or t-shirt here and there...they don´`t get that this is their future. It´s really the future of the world. Without rainforest, we WILL perish.
That´s ok. They will know.
It´s really not THAT bad. ok ok. the humidity is so high, my hair never dries. and the mosquito bites wake me up sometimes...and oh yeah, you MUST tuck in your mosquito net, or else you will wake up minced meat. I´m chuckling. I don´t think I have any friends who would come here on a bet. I mean, it´s not fear factor. There is plenty of rice and beans. There are eggs sometimes. Dude, I had fried chicken for lunch, yesterday.
Granted I crap several times a day, and the nights are always hot...
but if you could just see it.
more stars than you´ve ever seen. parrots. roosters. pigs. babies. mamas. abuelos. This is really the stuff in movies. the sound of the running river lulls you to sleep at night. the crowing rooster wakes you at dawn.
That, and I have my own personal guide. The teacher I met last year. Sweet, sweet boy. man. guy. indigenous male. not sure how to put it. anyway. I saw him in the big city my second day here, and then he found a ride, and just showed up in the village that night. he´ll be 27 in december. has 2 degrees. was a teacher until the last election...and now since he´´s a nationalista (eh hem...a Honduranian republican)he´s unemployed. he wants to marry me and make babies. just 2. come to the US and work like crazy. and plant trees with me. He does not speak English, by the way.
we talked into the night many times last year. got bitten by the same mosquitoes(which is kind of funny, because the indigenous here are Miskitos) he got malaria, I did not. We just sort of picked up where we left off last year...well, except for he sleeps with me. in my room. minor detail. It´s so easy. our little make believe space.
I´m less concerned with immigration politics than I am with whether or not we could be happy together. it works great here. he speaks the native tongue and spanish. we hang out. he carries my stuff around for me. But that ain´t gonna cut it at home. I¨m sure I´m not looking at this from every perspective, because all I can see, is my electric bill. my mortgage. no bling. no manolo blahniks. continuation of working more jobs...and struggling to make ends meet. I can´t see how to make this trip every year. could I even resist advances from suave assertive men? I´ll be you didn´t think your daisy to be so selfish, did you?
I´m considering it.
I know. I know.
we shall see what we shall see.

I got a 1.0 GB chip for my digital...now I just have to figure out the downloading process. maybe from the jungle directly, but more than likely from my messy office.

I love you.
we´ll chat soon...
besitos
daisy....