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... behaviour that is thought to be part of mating rituals or an indicator of their birthing cycle. A much happier sight to watch!
The manta rays we see close to Loreto are small ones, the majority of them just a foot or two across. The largest of the manta ray species grows to more than seven metres in breadth (twenty-three feet, in fact) and can weigh close to three thousand pounds. Not the ones on our shore!
... Sunday's open air market. Free range? Lord, this chicken had been running for miles in its free range. Its muscle was tough as could be. Would our turkey be the same? Cooking a fiesta meal here is also a bit like camping meals. Our kitchen is adequate but it lacks many of the implements we are used to. So making Christmas dinner was a leap of faith that all would turn out . . . somehow.
It did. We feasted on roast turkey and the same kind of stuffing my ...
... several types of herons, several types of hawks, turkey vultures, diving ducks who swim with their entire bodies under water, and ever plentiful pelicans.
The day was to be about what was beneath us, but then a great humpback whale breached.
The first humpback whale was joined by another, and they treated us to more than fifteen breaches, often with the entire body up in the air. Spectacular show of muscle!
We had fine company on board too. Two ...
... a Loretano not by birth but by choice, has included several environmentally-focused initiatives in his serial entrepreneurship. His work is separate from that of community foundations, but closely related. Tim started large scale composting here, in a region where separation of garbage had begun at the householder level, but then all deposits, no matter the large bin label (green for organic waste, blue for recyclables, black for other solid waste), were ...
... to stay. To learn more about staying, come what may. And to learn how to do that not in the middle of a desert with no one around, or up on a mountaintop in a hermitage of sorts, but instead, within a village where every single time I walk out my door, I am in community.
For that is the design premise of the village to which I've come: that everyone who lives here should have privacy within her or his home, but the instant you step outside the walls ...