It’s actually not specifically just a banana farm, but they do have plenty of banana trees. It’s as simple as picking a big green cluster, letting them sit in your kitchen for 5 days, and there you go. We boil cow milk every day and use it for breakfast the next morning, and I’ll have to come back for the pig roast when he is finished growing. Clothes hang out to dry on the line in the wind, washed by all of the employees on the compound. Dogs run around or lie on the porch in the 85 degree sun, the kids build a tree fort out of fresh balsam wood, and the farm boys turn over compost or dig corn rows all day without needing sunscreen. I, on the other hand, am a ripe shade of pink.
If you’re thinking it’s complete heaven, it’s not. The kids keep us on our toes and I guess we need to play more soccer to tire them out. I taught them 3 camp willow run songs on guitar last night to keep them occupied, but by and large my time here has been an amazing rest from the US. It feels like a vacation where I work on a farm, but I can justify that because you see Jesus go off on his own to recoup just before and after his big time ministries. Dale and Kathy, the missionaries out here, have gone above and beyond to provide a nice place for me and take care of all the necessities. The views are incredible.