“Take a bus going south. When you hit the town of Lasso, get
off the bus at the second intersection. Get in a pickup truck and go east until
you hit the farm.”
These were the directions I had to find the farm, Hacienda
Ilitio. I knew that Cotopaxi was south of Quito, so I headed south hoping I
wouldn’t get too lost. I arrived at the bus station and heard someone yelling
Latacunga, which was in the direction I needed to go, so I ran to the bus and
managed to get the last seat. I sat next to a very flirtatious old man who
interrogated me about my love life, Mexico, and tried setting me up with a man
sitting across the aisle. When I needed to get off the bus, he insisted on
getting my phone number so I temporarily forgot how to speak Spanish and hopped
off the bus unscathed.
The bus pulled away and I was left on the side of a highway,
alone, with no camionetas (taxi trucks) in sight. I took a deep breath and ran
across the highway to a store that would know where the camionetas were. I
looked like a ridiculous tourist: big straw hat, two big backpacks, and a bag
filled with food and a frying pan. The woman in the store started laughing and
asked if I needed a camioneta which I responded to with a weak nod. When the
truck arrived, I climbed in and told him I needed to go to Hacienda Ilitio and
45 minutes later, he pulled up to a picturesque farm house and told me to get
out. I was greeted by Sebastián, the farm owner, Marcelo, the live-in farm
manager, and Taryn, another volunteer.
The farm was unbelievably beautiful. The huge orange house was straight from a magazine and behind it, the volcano Cotopaxi popped out of the clouds showing off its breathtaking glaciers. There were fields filled with alpacas, llamas, horses, sheep, cuy, hens, ducks, falcons, and even a bear! The gardens were overflowing with quinoa and cauliflower and many unknown greens. Our bedroom was big and the bathroom was an actual bathroom complete with warm water and a toilet! We didn’t have to work until Monday and so Taryn and I hung out for the rest of the day.
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