Soon I’ll need to make a choice.
Now that I have a car – woo-hoo! – Rachel and I need to start hunting for some real estate of our own.
The choice is city or country, beach or mountains, with some indeterminate regions in between.
The beach bum half of me definitely prefers the ocean. I love swimming, beach combing and wandering aimlessly along the shore and looking off into the horizon. It’s also the location where I wrote today’s post.
Yet gardening near the shore isn’t easy unless you stick to coconuts, tropical almonds and a few other saline-hardy species. It’s also too expensive for me, I’m sure.
So… I suppose the beach is out, but I sure wouldn’t mind being within a few minutes of it.
As for city vs. country, I’d like to be in the country. The further out we go, though, the more we really look out of place. There are other Americans and those of European descent in the cities but if you go out into the middle of nowhere, it’s all natives. This isn’t bad, necessarily, it’s just that we’re going to be objects of curiosity and, for those of darker inclinations, perhaps marks for theft.
I’d hate to lose my favorite broadfork.
Another issue with living too far out is the lack of access to medical services, which has been more of a problem for us since moving here than expected.
Somewhere not TOO far away from a hospital might be a good idea.
By the way, I finally got my cast off… and it feels so good. Here’s the update on my fingers I posted on YouTube yesterday:
God is good – all the time.
What About Mountains?
And mountains. We must talk about mountains.
Because this is the tropics, if you’re not on the share where the sea breeze comes in, it can get hot. Between the mountains and the ocean is a belt of hotter area, and then as the altitude rises the temperatures cool and rainfall increases.
The mountains are clad in rainforest and an abundance of interesting and useful species from kapok to Cecropia, Haitian basket vine to stinking toe.
Rachel wants us high up in the mountains where the temperatures are always in the upper 60s or low 70s year-round and mists come and go. It’s beautiful but I don’t know how my pumpkins would grow there… or if we could find a mountain homestead with access to a hospital… and internet!
Without internet, I’d have to say goodbye to all of you.
Soon we’ll be talking to a real estate agent and hunting out some land. When we do, we’re going to create a food forest that will blow away my previous projects.
Just wait – I’ll take you along with me. And if I can get a place in the mountains near the beach… I don’t think I’ll ever move again!