Yes, I was there again.

I can't help but admiring the smell of the earth, fresh vegetables, how the time flows bucolically, how the people there are so affable.

The first baby step into the swampy rice paddy was pleasant. Cold stolid mud to cool you off in the humid is just the thing needed in this strenuous but monotonous labor.

EL MUNDO PEQUENO -rice1

It's been a while since I last had the same pleasure form a muscle cramp on my thighs.

EL MUNDO PEQUENO -rice2


Disputes on whether going local in production and consumption, or ratifying TPP are always the core of the discussion here, and we city people forget to view this topic from their standpoint. We are so wrapped up and consumed by what is good for us and holds the propensity to disregard those who live in values different from us which mere luck is the proprietor of where and when we are to be born. The same can be said on the nuclear power plant discussion.

So to level that difference off, I visit these people, which I'm aware that it doesn't live up to understanding everything about them, but it sure buries some hatchet created between the city and theurban and the rural.