Cerro Verde

One of the things I´ve enjoyed most about staying with farm people has been the opportunity to participate in farmer´s markets and meet the communities that surround them.  William and Angie participate in a small but close knit market on Saturdays that recently welcomed a newcomer - Cerro Verde.  This community of four farms (and growing!) invited us out to their farms to share their land with us. The day we spent there with other vendors from the same market turned out to be one of my favorite Costa Rican afternoons so far.

The journey to the farm was an adventure in and of itself.  We bounced and rolled through Costa Rican backcountry the whole way, gasping at the dramatic valleys and craning our necks at howler monkeys as they alternately whooped and lounged.

By the time we pulled up, I had already had a lot of beauty for one day,  but I was in for a lot more.  We began with a short talk (some professors from universities around the country were also visiting, since this group of farmers is something of a novelty), about the dreams and realities of the farmers of Cerro Verde.  The project has been going on for some ten years, slowly transforming dense cattle-trodden and overworked-by-coffee land into healthy, producing, organic farms.  It was absolutely inspiring to hear Ticos speak passionately about organic farming and the future of both our food and our planet. Hearing the farmers recount their transition from traditional farming practices to the ones they use now, and hearing all of the peer pressure stories, trial and error stories, and triumph stories was enlightening and helped me understand both the challenges and rewards of their livelihood. Each of them positively beamed as he talked about his parcel of land. After some questions and answers, we divided into groups and got to look around and see everything for ourselves.

Our guide, Maurin, and his precocious daughter, led us past coffee plants peeking out of the shade and onto the field that he farms with his family.

Rows upon rows of produce warmed in the sun, while seedlings poked out of the seed trays in the greenhouse.  We walked, picked, munched, and learned.

I was struck silent by the beauty of where we were.  The views were outrageous, the food beautiful and healthy, waiting for the right moment to be carried into town.  And all of it was happening in a way that would preserve, rather than endanger, this land and its owners.
   Later, we filled up on lunch produced with food from the farm, bought up some of the food we´d seen right there in the soil, and piled into the car to head back.  On our way out of the farm, Maurin burst out of the house and waved us down.  What was wrong? Then I saw: his arms were full of tiny sweet bananas, two for each of us. I left full, inspired, and happy.