Finca La Abundancia
A few guests have asked us about the web-page created by Trinity Treat, which you can find by searching for Abundance Farm Nicaragua on some search engines. We were indeed surprised when we first read this web-page, but that's life. Everyone has their own way of communication. Indeed, it is true that Trinity Treat visitied Abundance Farm.
Trinity and her girlfriend Orit wrote to us in January of 2007 that they would come for a short visit with their child Yacu. At the time, I expected I would be at the farm when they arrived. I was at the time listed as part-time resident on the website and didn't feel I had to explain in every email that I was only there part-time. I was busy working hard at the farm, completing the ring of the well, building a house, planting, haulting water. Most of what I was eating was from the farm. I ate a lot of yuca (but it wasn't raw food, which is what the Israelis wanted, unfortunately - we found out later) and yuca leaves (extremely nutritious but the Israelis didn't like the taste, unfortunately). We also had prolific peppers and beans from the farm, sweet potato greens (but that's African food, unfortunately), sugar cane (but that requires you to chew it, unfortunately), chickens and eggs (but the Israelis, it turned out were vegans, unfortunately). These Israelis did let us know in their original note: "Siempre estoy pensado en reducir la necesidad a comprar todas las cosas básicas de la vida." (AHEM, can you say Online Translator?) So it seemed like it could have been a fine match to visit, to Yasmina and I. Little did we know how much hope they had placed in us solving all their problems. Unfortunately, this was no 30-year-established kibbutz with 30 members. So where was the abundance of food I had said was there (in January)? Well, frankly, most of it was right there, before their eyes. They were just so bound up in their projections of Eden onto Finca La Abundancia, that they didn't notice that what we had there *was* healthy food. After the Israeli communes weren't good enough with their government support, large memberships, and long history, they were surprised to find that a new farm (less than one year old) didn't have producing orange trees in season at the moment of their arrival? Now, I've got nothing against lesbians. Yasmina ok'd the idea to have them at the farm also (they'd made their sexual orientation abundantly clear in their first message: I just reviewed it) . However, when the women were chuckling on the bus on the way to the farm - it wasn't about the farm. We're talking about rural Nicaragua.
I left Nicaragua after about four months there in that trip, leaving the second week in February, to return in July (which is in fact when I did return). Let me tell you, when I was at the farm, I worked hard. The entire time I was in Nicaragua, I worked hard. That's what I'm like. (When I had the first farm, I remember one worker who told me, "You are a real inspiration. Your work, your dedication to quality. But don't forget - it makes you enemies here. If you can machete more than the next guy, or if even once you catch someone doing something inefficiently and teach him a new way, or even just if you hammer in twelve nails into tempisque without bending one and then he bends the fifth one - he'll hate you for life.") I didn't get into town but one time a week, to rush around from the hardware store, to the market, try to do answer dozens of emails, etc. During that time, I got many, many emails from people who wanted to visit the farm. Can you guess how many of those people who said they would come, actually arrived at the farm? Folks, it was maybe a third, and rarely within a week of their supposed arrival dates. OK, fine. But when I left in February, these Israeli lesbians felt they'd been cheated that I wasn't there (I'd left four days earlier)? I'd say their expectations were a hair odd. At the farm, they were expected to pay ten dollars a day for room and board. Repeat: that's room and board. There were no major work requirements. We provided a service for them. We never required an advance deposit. And for this they wanted the red carpet rolled out? They wanted constant email updates on who would be greeting them with a bouquet of how many imported Brazilian roses? All for 10 dollars a day, room and board.
But what really happened at the farm with those Israelis? I asked Yasmina this when we talked about the visit (I was regularly on the phone with her even when I wasn't there). Yasmina was furious at them. "Las lesbianas, que desgraciadas, nunca quiero ver otra lesbiana. Me mandaron como que yo fuera su hija, solamente me quisieron dominar, hijas de la gran puta, y ningun momento de trabajo pudieron hacer. Tuve que ir hasta Diriamba a sola para comprar frutas para las odiosas porque no les gustaron ni arroz ni frijoles ni yuca. Les dije que contaran las gallinas porque sabemos que hay que saber cuando le estan robando a uno, pero hasta este trabajo minimo no quisieron hacer. Me siempre mandaron hacerles ensalada, mientres que ellos solamente se pasaron todo el dia en el rio y hablando mal de nosotros con los vecinos. Al fin, les dije que se fueron. Nunca me vuelves a mandar otra lesbiana." Yes, that's right folks, it was a cultural mismatch. Yasmina didn't appreciate that the visitors refused even to count the chickens. It was so much work for them, and, in their opinion, unnecessary. The submissive English girl (who had stayed for three weeks as a paying guest and after that was staying for free in exchange for work, when the Israelis were there) was quite happy there. But the (do I need to say dominant?) Israeli lesbians weren't. And guess who wrote the blog: not the English girl, but the Israelis. They were so angry at Yasmina that they set out to say bad things about her online where she couldn't fight back personally. It's also true, that I know from my own experience that Yasmina likes to be in control. We had no small number of power struggles with each other during our time together. Yasmina was no innocent schoolgirl. She could and can hold her own in any Nicaraguan conflict. So ultimately (in case you don't read Spanish), Yasmina was so pissed off at the Israelis, that she told them to get out, and she gave them their money back for the remainder of their stay. Now why didn't that appear in the blog?
That's right. Trinity Treat was asked to leave the farm, because she refused to do the tiniest bit of work assigned to her of counting chickens and insisted on being waited on day and night.
Please don't be a Trinity Treat. If you need someone else to lay out your clothes in the morning and know you are the type who will refuse to chip in, we would rather you don't come to the farm.