Páginas en blanco

That piece of Salento land has us absolutely absorbed, busy, passionate, abstracted. Suddenly I realize that it’s been three months since I wrote an entry on our blog, and I wonder why. I love writing, recounting the passage of time, the vital changes that we live. But this new stage of life brings with it a lot of immersion, a lot of physical and mental dedication, a lot of creativity. And I just think there is no room for more, leaving aside even my need to tell.

The exciting thing about owning a piece of land is that it is like having a book with all blank pages, where everything is possible and where everything is yet to be defined.

The first page of this book is dedicated to the construction of our new home. But until now this part of the project has been developing only in our plans and heads, since for more than three months we were waiting for the Salento mayor’s office to give us the long-awaited construction permit. Our visits to the Head of Planning – that daily insistence that had worked so well for us with other Colombian public entities – only make things worse, and instead of speeding up the process it seems that our file is getting more and more buried in the pile of projects awaiting your approval. The last visit to the mayor’s office is discouraging and depressing, the sullen and unsympathetic Chief of Planning assures us that at least we still have another 4 months to wait. From that moment on, we started talking to good and well-connected friends that promise to move heaven and earth to activate the necessary Vitamin C and force the issuance of the permit.

But in the end there is no need, since the Colombian municipal elections arrive, and with them also a change of political party in Salento. And as if by magic, one day after the new mayor is officially proclaimed, he goes and gives us the building license. By chance, the new mayor is the son of the former mayor who sold us the land a year ago. Without a doubt, we live – like it or not – in a politicized world.

So we have already started with the works, and from now on an intense work of organization and supervision begins, and everything that we have been gestating and capturing in the plan will begin to take shape in reality. For the month of February we hope to be able to move to the small house of aggregates that will be the first to be built on the land, which will finally make us residents of Salentino.

Although it is there – in the village – where we spend most of our time. Every morning, after leaving Gina at school, we set out on the road through those already so beloved wooded curves to Salento.

And a new blank page opens before us to write: that of our Organic Garden. The enormous eight eras are excavated in terraces in the lowest part of the land, surrounded by an autochthonous forest. As this was originally a grass area, the land there has a high degree of acidity. So, with the help of Terlenca, we spent the last three months fertilizing and fertilizing that incredible black earth based on lime, compost and vermiculture earth. I have grown so fond of the land, and I enjoy kneading it and sinking my fingers into it so much, that until now I have not decided to sow it. But the big moment is just around the corner, since in our new nursery the broccoli, arugula, Swiss chard, cape gooseberries, chives, spinach, salads are growing visibly, already converted into small trees ready to be transplanted into the already fertilized land.

We try to ensure that the seeds are organic, many purchased, but also given away by the so-called “seed guardians”, who perform the valuable function of collecting and exchanging native seeds of fruits or vegetables that are already forgotten or extinct, and that have not been genetically modified. modified. Claudia, the guardian of Salento, collaborates with us once a week and we are slowly making the grass grow, planting chia, quinoa, lupine, chili, sesame, Jamaican flowers…. A whole new world to discover.

It has been more than a month since those arid and very long months of absolute drought due to a particularly intense Year of the Child ended. The lack of water needed for plantations and livestock was on everyone’s lips. The intensely green mountains of Valle de Cocora wore sad shades of ocher and yellow. So I remember those first days of intense rains with a vibrant general joy, those dark skies with black clouds, the drop in temperatures, the fresh smell of the grass that was sprouting and reviving again. Pure happiness!!

As a result of those first rains we planted a fence of Eugenias, which will mark our boundary in green. And the horses returned to the land, since in just a few weeks the grass was recovered until Gina disappeared again among her seas of greenery.

And another blank page emerges from this book, one that is born from a dream that perhaps was always there, from a desire to contribute a grain of sand to the education of children. On the right side of the land there is an area shaded by tall eucalyptus trees, where we visualize a space for children, a place where children of all ages gather every afternoon to learn, exchange, meet, explore and above all have fun. Gina’s playmates, enjoy surrounded by this exuberant nature.

Duberly, one of the promoters of the Artisan Village of Salento, a small village where a dozen artisans live and work, is the master of guadua, also called American bamboo, native to the Andean forests. In just one week he builds us a beautiful guadua house where, starting in February, creative workshops for children will take place every afternoon: crafts, body language, yoga, gardening and cooking, stories and songs… One more reason to have fun with the little ones by supporting his artistic creation. The website under construction is now online: www.granazul-kids.jimdo.com

A vertiginous and very high swing, a blue slide, a sandpit… little by little the page is being written, slowly but surely… everything is taking shape.

We are grateful to be able to fill the pages of this blank book, always trying to stay connected with the here and now. These mountains are assimilated to the sea precisely in that, that they are eternal and constantly transport you to the present moment!

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