We were in a van with a German family in September 2013. I had zero clue what they were talking about. It was a dad and his teenage kids. Then there was us. The 5 of us. KB was crawling all over the seats, and the other two were stuck between panic attack and exhaustion. The driver was taking us to see the Pitons. The Pitons are really what St. Lucia is famous for. So here we are.
The driver is speeding down this winding road through the rain forest.
Since it was just a few of us in his van (without seat belts), he decided to stop along the way.
We ate bananas from the trees right off the road. Intrigued by their pesticides, we learned that they don’t spray their produce but just bag them. I have never tasted a banana so sweet.
I can’t even remember what this is but they sliced all their produce right there. There was no processing anything. It came from the tree to our hands.
We stopped near the volcano at another random hole in the wall. The conch shells came from the ocean on a recent dive. The fruits were picked that morning from the surrounding trees.
The closest we get to this here in the States is a farmers market. This isn’t happening in the grocery store.
Ah. The Pitons. It’s the whole reason for the trip that summer. I had waited since high school to see these. Marty finally got me there.
St. Lucia started a fire in me but it quickly cooled to a mere ember. I loved the way everything went from the tree to the table. There were no pesticides. There was no junk. When I think back to the things that became the foundation to this new lifestyle change, it was St. Lucia. Before then, I had never stopped on the side of the road (in a rain forest) to pick fruit from a tree to eat right there. I have stopped and bought food from the bed of a truck in various parts of the U.S., but never from the source. We went home. Time went on.
But that trip stirred something in me.
Here I am now with a container garden, rain barrels, and a desire to do more.
Click those links to see the garden and our diy rain barrels.