There is some unbelievable magic about this place that I dón´t quite know how to explain.

Yesterday: fertilized the plants with the ¨tea¨ (horse manure and weeds), surrounded by the visionary genius of Renato´s scuptures.

Never a chore list or something like that in the morning. That´s a little frustrating for an American or maybe just for me. I like atleast an outline for earning my keeo but I´m expected to know how to take care of everything. I´m catching on but, I feel like I always should be doing something. It´d taken time to let that go a little and just relax and sort of...feel what needs to be done.

Cool and warm movements of water in the sonata. Electric green and black iguanas climb the branches of my tree.

He brings me a flower every morning. ¨Tu rres mi destino¨ Oh, do I have stories.

Goyo´s last night. A place of healing and relaxation. Goyo is gone for 3 weeks but Krishna and Joe are staying on the property. These people have become my family in a short week I´ve known them--is this what commune´s are all about or are these just cool people.