Something strange happened last week.
Monday I was harvesting cherry tomatoes when my neck suddenly started to itch and I scratched my skin with my green/black fingers from the picking when an hour later my neck and whole face were covered with tiny bumps.
My face was burning, a bit swollen and felt like on fire. The sun is already burning relentlessly each single day, so it couldn’t get any worse.
So what happened here?
It seems my moon landscape of a face was caused by the toxic substance called solanine which is in the tomato plant. Our neighbour Hector who knows all about plants could tell me this when he passed by for a chat.
Lesson learnt is: never touch your skin after harvesting tomatoes or wear gloves! 😬
I couldn’t bear any more sunshine and locked myself in the house on Tuesday. The skin had to heal. And I felt feverish, not okay. Thanks to the aloe vera we have in our garden my face is much better now.
When you cut the leaf of the aloe vera plant and remove the skin it feels like jelly. You can use the skin of the leave and put the moist on your face. It’s incredibly healing!
Yesterday after many weeks of heat with temperatures from 32-37C we finally had some wind, even some rain and the temperature dropped to 25C. Finally a day without sweating like crazy and having constantly wet clothes. Such a relief!
A month ago temperatures went even beyond 40C and like everywhere in South-Europe it made uncomfortable. I couldn’t do more than reading and drinking litres of water. I still have to finish a story I started to write, somehow I missed the energy to undertake stuff. Also to visit people. It changed luckily as I pushed myself to go out, put a bra on (I prefer to wear as few clothes as possible during the Spanish heatwaves and at home it doesn’t matter how I look 😉 , some lipstick, jump on the bike and meet some people.
A few weeks ago we stayed a Sunday night with an artistic couple we met through an Ibizan friend. Such generous, sweet people. We talked about karma and how they believe that all things happen because of a reason we have to search in ourselves, never blame others for things that happen to us. That we are responsible for everything we’re doing. We are responsable for our own life. However, it goes so far, they believe that also war has to do with the people of the nation. Some collective trauma that causes war and misery and that needs to be restored. I expressed my doubts about this theory, I feel it’s very radical, because it means everyone is to blame for their own disease, unhappiness, and injustice. I reckon it isn’t fair and doesn’t do justice to those who are treated badly by people whose intention it is to exploit and hurt others. Both individually and collectively. Also, how about as ‘simple’ as bad luck when you fall ill? We exchanged our thoughts nipping from glasses of cold wine, all heavily sweating as it was still super hot in the evening.
I still need to wrap my head around it and find the right words to express my thoughts about their way of seeing the world. For sure, the conversations were food for thought and inspired me to look at things in a different way.
I didn’t want the summer heat to prevent me from cooking a nice lunch, as we have so much vegetables growing in the garden. Therefore we invited the Permamed familia at our place for the monthly meeting and lunch. One tiny thing: we still hadn’t a proper table. That same morning Dorus started to make one (from recycled wood from a friend’s hotel) and after hours of nonstop carpentry it was almost finished when they came. Twenty minutes later we sat all together at our new table. What a luck! I guess Dorus needed a little push to make that table. We already knew for a while which one we wanted (a picnic version with small benches), but lately he was too much involved in making other things for other people. Now I’m writing this blogpost at the same table outside. We are happy with this new addition, because it means we can finally invite people to come for lunch or dinner and they can sit comfortably. Before we had a wobbly table that came with the finca, old and rusty.
A wooden table with people we love, with friends or family, it’s one of the things that makes life worthwhile.
Soon more about life at our our little finca (6 chicks were born last week!)!
Con Amor,
Eva
☆evalunes 
❤
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