I went out to the farm with Roberto yesterday for the first time since March. Our caretaker, Boris, was there, and a couple of guys who were digging a hole for the septic tank. The grass was overgrown but other than that things looked tranquil.
Orange and black butterflies flitted around by the dozens. The house was just as we left it, except for some squatters, about 50 of them, who had moved in through holes in the blocked up windows. They gave me the creeps just because of their sheer numbers.
What’s your opinion of them? Roberto’s friends jokingly call them Roberto’s doves (Palomas de Roberto). As soon as we get windows, we can shoo them out of the house–ask them to squat somewhere else.
Some other squatters are in the bohio–our open entertainment area. For them, we, unfortunately have to take more drastic action.
Roberto’s going to stay on the farm all next week to get the work moving along. We have to dig a new well. The one we had dug at the beginning of the year was not done properly and now can’t be used for drinking water without some extensive rehabilitation. Our costly mistake! I call it the thousand-dollar hole.
Once out on the farm, I find it hard to come back to the noisy city. We’re shooting to have most of the work finished on the house by the end of December. I can’t wait to move in there.