March 01st, 2018

Living in a Tree House and Who do you trust?

I have been in Casa de Sirena, this incredible tree house for a few days and settling into life in this awesome little fishing/surf village.
It is rustic and cool, fairly untouched by the outside World, although I doubt that will last when people really discover it.
There is no bank, the nearest one is 2 hours away, you can buy a pair of flip flops (still smarting ove the loss of mine) but thats about it, kit wise.
There are restaurants, cafes and hostels dotted around, a couple of surf shops, fruit juice bars and that's about it.
It is very laid back, you can get ignored for a good half hour when you go in a place, could be annoying if you let it, but there is no rush to make money or create a good impression, which is refreshing in a way.


The other 4 Volunteers have all left so it is just me and Mermaid Sirena.
She was given that name by the locals because she body surfs with one fin, not seen that yet but sounds pretty cool.
She has created this incredible house through a fair amount of adversity and challenge, but she has persevered and her vision gets closer.
She was never destined to have children, so she wants to leave this mansion as a place in the Village for education, inspiration and Community.
She has an amazing vision for this fabulous space.
She was 50 when she decided to opt out the rat race, move to another Continent and live a completely different way of life from the Californian one.


She sees a place where people can come to the Village, learn, have fun, hang out, eat the amazing food, all fresh, organic, all Mother Natures way.
It is a simple, non consumer way to live that steeps you in Nature and a full blown Zen experience.

I so a few light chores here like curing the bamboo, varnishing and general cleaning up. The leaves and dust are daily due to the open plan of the house.

I went for a walk to Playa Negro, that famous black beach that some people were intent on destroying for the monetary value, and thankfully the locals managed to stop them, a big step against the machine, but one they won.
I never took any water so when I was walking back in the intense heat I stopped at a little bar for water. They didnt have any, only beer, so I sat with an ice cold beer and just enjoyed the vista.
There were 3 local guys shooting the breeze, laughing and also drinking beer. They smiled and waved over, and eventually one came over to chat. He had no English, my Spanish is getting better, but my ears arent.

I showed them my Babbel app on my phone, they were intrigued and tried to fill in the missing phrases and got it wrong every time.
This amused me, they don't speak or spell the way this app does, I have no idea what level of education they have.
The young boy was brilliant with me, he talked slowly, knew a few words in English, and listened intently.
He was so tiny behind the bar, but so switched on. Except I had given him 2 columbian coins and he was too polite to say!

Then an old English man appeared, started chatting, came over and joined us, me, Fabrizio and the 11 year old barman.
He told me not to trust them, great people but dont trust them.
That seemed like an oxymoron to me?
I avoid people I dont trust, so how does that work I asked him?
He just kept repeating the same thing, great, great people but dont trust them.
I decided to ignore it.

Are there more thieves here % wise, I have no idea, but I know enough about quantum physics to focus on the good.

There was a young girl (turns out she was 16) breast feeding her baby, standing by the guy who was sitting with the 2 others also enjoying a beer. He completely ignored her, and she just stood, the baby feeding, and I watched.
He had to be the father, boy I could feel for her, just a bit of attention, love, thought?
When the baby falls of her nipple I went over and gestured could I take her for a cuddle. She handed mye the gorgeous little girl and ran to the water for a swim.


The babies uncle Fabrizio managed to communicate to me that the baby always cried unless she was with her mum.
Fabrizio is my new Mompiche friend. He is very cute, super smiley, great surfer and keen to learn English, and it is his brothers child.
He is 18. He seems to have a very happy disposition.
So I walked the baby around for maybe 30-40 mins until she started griping again. The dad was watching me, I have no idea what he was thinking, but he started interacting with the mum, they laughed and clowned around and she seemed happier.

I handed her back, no words were exchanged.
Having little language is interesting, because you are guessing a lot of the time, what they are thinking and communicating.
Then before she left she came to me, held the baby out for a kiss, then she kissed me. I knew what she was saying, she appreciated the time.

It seems like you have gone back a hundred or so years here.
The women do the housework, get pregnant and that is their destiny.
They all have huge televisions, but I have no idea how much education that brings. It is defo a mans World here, the way it is in most places even to this day.
Lucky the Rise of the Divine Feminine is on.