baby i like it raw
I've moved on to my third farm. A few days in Granada and then another bus trip south through the incredible Sierra Nevada mountains to a town called Jete, just short of Almuñecar, on Spain's Costa Tropical.
Rufino owns the place, and Paco lives here as well. Also working and living on the finca are Piotr, a Pole with dreadlocks down to his ass, and Abdullah, an Islamic Moroccan who isn't yet sure that he wants to like an American.
We have no electricity, no bathroom but the piles of sticks around trees (the backs of Chirimoya leaves make great toilet paper,) and no place to cook food. Rufino and Paco are Crudites, or Crudos, or I don't know... They only eat raw.
The idea is that man in his present form has been around for a couple million years, but only been able to alter (cook/preserve/mix) food for a very relatively short time. Not enough time for our our bodies to adapt. Very interesting and simple philosophy, and my body is slowly acclimating to this mode of eating. A couple weeks of detoxification won't make up for twenty-two years of stuffing myself with chemically adulterated food, but, nevertheless, it should do me good, and the key is to take the knowledge with me. We feast mostly on fruits (chirimoyas, apples, oranges, lemons, tomatoes) veggies (avocados, lettuce, cabbage, carrots, onions) and nuts, but a couple nights ago I tasted my first raw cow. Meat is very rare around here, though.