. . . . . and thank goodness for internet after four days without radio, internet, and TV.
So here we are on Wednesday night, at 11:07 p.m. This is
time that my computer has powered on since sometime Sunday afternoon around
4p.m. There is no internet available on the CROP farm here in some mountain
village known as Jelen (pronounced Zelen in Bulgarian.) Currently this is being
typed on MS Word. Tomorrow sometime you will be able to read this after it is
copied and pasted onto the blog.
So I arrived in
this area on Sunday evening to come spend some time learning what this
Permeaculture stuff is all about. I don’t plan on using this type of thing in
my life one day, but there may be some useful elements to take from this very
different style of farming.
Let’s go back to Sunday for now though.
Sunday evening: I took an early evening train out of
Sofia to this little village area. The cost was about $1.50, for an hour long
ride. This isn’t one of those fancy bullet trains. I wouldn’t be surprised if
this train that I was riding dated back to mid-Communist era. I sat facing a
lady and her child, or possibly grandchild, with the other one at my side. The
two little boys tried to make conversation with me a few times, until I pointed
to ‘ole Glory flying happily on the younger one’s t-shirt. Then the lady and
the boys understood that I was American. The older brother asked my name, and
so a moment or two later we were introduced to each other.
Sadly, I was to depart the train about ten minutes
later.
I pulled my wallet out of my shorts, and spotted two George Washingtons
though. I handed each boy his dollar, and a quizzical look shot up on both of
their faces. They said thanks, and I waved back to them as I prepared to depart
with my duffel bag (aka body bag), and backpack. Surprisingly, as I stepped out
of the train, I peered to the right and the boys were flailing their arms
wildly. Perhaps that was the first time that hands were waved at me as I was
exiting a train.
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