Lola must
have arranged everything from heaven because it was one serendipitous thing
after another on our weekend trip to La Union with my dad and brother. Papa kept saying that it was Lola’s joy to
make the yearly trip to pay taxes for a beach front property, but when she
passed away, nobody has made that long ride since.
The ruin of
an old Spanish tower stands on the back portion of the lot, a part of which my dad donated
to the municipality of San Juan because of its heritage value. The
mayor said that they were using it for their pawikan conservation project. True enough, when we drove there, a sign pointed to the protected pawikan site but when we got to the tower, there was nothing except some young people hanging out in the shade,
whiling away their time. We wondered
where the pawikans could be.
That night,
we met Papa’s friend who invited us to have lunch at their beach home the
following day. That led us to solving
the mystery of the endangered species we were searching for.
I had a
long lost friend who built a beautiful house in San Juan, La Union. It was a house that would make you fall in
love with design and architecture as pure art.
I was hoping my dad’s friend might know their family since they both had
homes by the same beach. It turns out
that my dad’s friend’s neighbor is my long lost friend’s niece who was looking for my dad because my long lost friend told her my dad owned the beach
property with the tower ruin which she wanted to use for their pawikan
conservation project. If that sounds
confusing, the bottom line is, we finally saw the baby pawikans in a blue pail
kept in the room of Sachi, my long lost friend’s niece. They were going to be released that afternoon
into the sea.
Meeting Sachi
and hearing her talk passionately about the NGO she started called CURMA – Coastal
Underwater Resource Management Actions - made me think of how I was when I was
her age, full of idealism, living like the world was our oyster
which held out endless possibilities.
Then age creeps in and circumstances happen and that idealism dims,
slides some notches down. We become
realistic and then jaded. We settle and then
rationalize settling. We let some dreams
go only to find them knocking again during unguarded moments, threatening to break the door with incessant pounding.
Finding
Sachi was like finding the missing piece of the puzzle that Lola wanted us to
assemble. She not only led us to the
turtles, she also led us to the farm dream.
Our talk meanders to the topic of agriculture and it turns out that
Sachi’s parents have an organic farm in a nearby town called Dasay.
Although I
never met him, I knew Sachi’s dad from stories told by my long, lost friend who
was always proud of her brother, Toby, the beekeeper. He had been based in Baguio for many years
where he nurtured and expanded his honey business but having become
disenchanted with the city’s unstoppable, insensitive development, he decided four
years ago to move to La Union.
He and
his wife were on their way to visit Sachi so we immediately grabbed the chance
to see their farm which was in line with my recently-figured “what to do next
in life.” When Sachi
introduced her parents to us, I whispered to my dad, that’s how I wish Jason,
my hubby and I would be when we’re older – two funky farmers of the earth.
Their farm
embodied all their ideals of self-sustainability, bio-diversity,
eco-friendliness – tags that are not meaningless marketing words but daily
creed. They’ve filled once barren
mountains with different types of trees and plants that change the
micro-climate of the place, making it degrees cooler. They grow red rice and hardly need to go to
market because they raise their own food and even make fertilizer from
enzymes. When they started out, they
lived in a nipa hut, used a solar cooker and had no electricity. Now, they have solar panels on the roof of
their more conventional house oriented to catch the breeze and shaded from the
harsh afternoon sun.
Toby said that a
lot of people think that farming costs a lot of money but he doesn’t think it
should if you know how to utilize the resources. I’d like to study in detail how they do
things and I could listen to Toby talk the whole day about trees but we had to
head back to Manila.
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