I’m in love with this shiny, organic farm in Antigua, Guatemala. I was slightly devastated to hear that the girl who rode in the same shuttle from León, Nicaragua had worked in water sanitation things, and found Lake Atitlán too polluted to swim in because of pesticides and fertilizers (update: I went to Lake Atitlán, and learned that, unlike most lakes, that one has only sources of input water. Without out-going rivers to keep up with circulation, it is very difficult for the lake to clean itself, which makes it extra sensitive to chemicals.) I get it. Farming is tough. Chemical companies are convincing. Not everyone can hear the soil screaming. Or the water.
There were so many conventional farms in Mount Pleasant, a town in Michigan dear to my heart, that used so many chemicals that the well water out in the country was undrinkable due to contamination. Water needs to be respected to the point of worship or the drinkers get sick and die.
Anyway, this farm is organic. My heart soars.
The banana trees pictured above had chickenwire around their bases that held compost that the chickens and ducks ate. They looked so happy, had so much space, and were well-fed. See them feasting below.
Yum for plants and animals. Everyone works together.
I was used to seeing roadside rivers filled with shit, both poop and garbage, but this one was clear and smelled fresh as spring. Even those angular black birds with yellow eyes were splashing about.