When I was younger, I was able to visit our grandfather’s farm in San Tiago and I was really amazed at how tiring the very far walk led us. Well, we could have taken a horse but at that time, I was too sacred to be on one. We reached the bahay kubo and I found it really cute, with a log bunk bed, and at that instant, even if the place was really very far, I fell in love with it.
The neighboring farm was far far away and along the way, there was nothing to see except fruit trees, shrubs and bushes and some huge trees that are not known to me. Rumors had it that enkantos and enkantadas live on them. At the far end of the farm was a cave. My grandfather goes to that cave during holy week and harvests some rare plants and flowers for his herbal solutions and concoctions. They grew quite rarely and are said to be harvested only during the Lenten season.
When I was growing up, I asked my late favorite uncle if he could accompany us cousins to go camping at the farm. That was when my grandfather was already gone, and he said no one is allowed to go there anymore. I wondered why, and still today, I wonder..