Even the locals are complaining about the heat at the
moment. I saw a dog cross the street and
its shadow refused to follow it across the bitumen. The nights are still and 37°
feels like 41 with nowhere cool left on the mattress no matter how many times
we roll over. Some of the farmers we
know were talking about the problems with horses and cows not eating because
they are not leaving the shelter of trees.
One friend we know who breeds the Argentine criollo horse spoke about
some horses having heart attacks from the heat.
Yesterday, we were invited to the school for an informal
lunch with the director and some of the staff members. One of the founding members, Silvina, owns a
farm and grows wonderful, fresh, organic food.
She is in all places at once and has helped organise bikes for us, left
fresh vegetables on our doorstep, found uniforms for the kids and messages to
make sure we are happy. Silvina created
a feast for us of marinated eggplants, beetroot, carrot and corn salad, pasta
salad, zucchini quiche, leek pie and shredded cabbage, all grown on her farm. While we were eating, Silvina was somewhere
else in the school preparing for next week’s first day. The conversation was a mix of stuttered
Spanish, hyperdrive Castellano and polite English translations.
The principal of the primary school has been very helpful in
having the children invited to any play dates and with ferrying the children to
birthday parties. In one day she has
taken the girls two pool parties, brought over some second hand uniforms and
returned a forgotten hat. Ahh teenagers
and their ability to be distracted by any… Oh look a butterfly.
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