Yarn, Yoga, Yams and the POLICE

The last time that Jason visited Valladolid he met Cesar and Lisa who own a large farm outside of town where they try to live as lightly on the land as possible.  Jason visited their farm with his host Allan and found Lisa and Cesar to be both incredibly fascinating and very welcoming. 

When we ran into Cesar and Lisa at the Valladolid alternative/organic farmers’ market on Sunday, they invited us out to their farm on Wednesday morning for a visit and tour so that we could learn more about their passion for organic farming and permaculture.

Lisa had already won me over by talking yoga and knitting with me and letting us know where to find great natural cotton yarn in Valladolid which I needed desperately.  I was on my last skein of cotton yarn with almost a week left in Mexico!  (Yes – I had knit 20 skeins of cotton yarn and 2,000 yards of wool yarn in less than 5 weeks – doesn’t everyone?)  I have been happily knitting away using Mexican cotton yarn all week thanks to Lisa. (Algodon is cotton in Spanish.)

Wednesday morning – bright and early – our taxi driver Saul picked us up to drive us to their farm.  Once again the McFarland sons opted to stay where the WiFi was zippy and the A/C was cool while their parents headed into the jungle to commune with God’s creation and like minded nature nuts. 

Lisa and Cesar’s website was not working so the address that Jason had was cobbled together from several other sources, but Valladolid is not a big city and our taxi driver is a local.  Saul (our taxi driver) was confident, and Jason had been to the farm before so off we went.

The address that we had got us to the small town outside of Valladolid close to Cesar and Lisa’s farm, but then it clearly proved to be inaccurate so our taxi driver stopped to ask another taxi driver.  That got us closer but not there.  So he stopped and asked another taxi driver which didn’t help very much, but we saw a very interesting neighborhood where the horses and goats roam free along with some pretty cute children.  A third taxi driver was more helpful, but still we weren’t where we wanted to be. 

Next Saul asked a passing truck full of policemen if they might know where Lisa and Cesar’s farm was located.  They tried to help, but unfortunately they didn’t know Cesar and Lisa. 

So we set off again – fingers crossed that somehow we would find their farm, but roads in rural Valladolid are not marked like they are in Mount Washington. 

As we continued our search we heard the very brief chirp of police sirens – the policemen were back with great big smiles on their faces.  While we had been busy searching they had been searching too, and they had found another policeman who knew Cesar and Lisa.  These policemen didn’t just offer us directions to the farm – they gave us a police escort all of the way to the farm!

Talk about showing kindness and hospitality to strangers. 

In the end – it took us almost an hour to find the farm, but it was worth it.  Cesar was engaging and warm.  His farm is beautiful, and the work they do there is intriguing. 

Our morning with Saul, the police, and Cesar proved to be both an adventure and a blessing.  (Those names sort of sound like they belong in a Bible story, don’t they?)

I am very thankful I left the A/C and the WiFi behind and headed into the Mexican jungle for a few hours to hang out with Saul, Cesar, Jason, and the POLICE.

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