Yes, the farm that I have mentioned many times, where I have a great time because mainly my mom is there, part of the family, we are few, but those who can be there, we get together.
If a friend lent me 1000 bs without thinking about it, I went on Good Friday with my daughter to do some shopping, not everything, but the most important, for that I also made some changes of my cryptocurrencies.
After the shopping, we returned and called my friend Jhonny who does the races for me, who consulted first if he could, if not to look for another, because he had the shopping, my nephews who were at home, the pets, the 4 morrocoyes, he arrived and we left, my mom was already desperate that we were not going.
We arrived at the farm, where they were happy to see us, we took the things down and took them to the house, my friend left but before that I told him to come and pick us up on Sunday afternoon.
I had already boiled the meat at home, just to make the piscillo when we arrived, so we saved time, my mom had already done the rest.
Ready for lunch, as it was getting hot, I listened to the song of the cicadas, I have heard that when they sing, it means that rain is sure to come, that is not hair, a good stick of water fell, hard, it served for a moment to refresh the atmosphere.
But the bad thing about these rains is that the energy is sure to go out and so it was, until 10 o'clock at night, when we were about to go to bed.
For Holy Saturday, after waking up and changing my clothes, I went to help with breakfast and a delicious coffee that was not to be missed.
For lunch, it had already been said that we would cook the head of the pig that was killed in December and was in the frezzer, so between my sister-in-law and I, we prepared the firewood for the stove.
When it was ready, to cook the head, we had to make sure that the firewood was not extinguished and to stoke it, while we turned and turned the head of the pig.
When it was ready, it was left to rest and my sister-in-law was the one who peeled it, to cook it with seasonings like a sofrito.
My brother arrived with my other sister-in-law, who brought other things for lunch.
This time it was my turn to share the lunch, but when we had our plates to eat, everything was delicious, made with love and family togetherness.
Then my brother left, the same with my sister-in-law, it did not rain this day, the sun was in full brightness and the heat, which does not rest, the good thing about here on the farm is that there is plenty of water that we can bathe all the time.
The night came, dinner was a little fast, since lunch was a little late, then I went to take a bath, I started to play with my cell phone, I download games that are without wifi, to play them since I do not use the data for that, but sometimes I checked the publications, messages and nothing else.
To sleep for this day was fine.
And we got to the day of the Resurrection of Jesus, I woke up before everyone else, I changed my clothes, my usual cleanliness, I prepared breakfast, and when it was ready I called everyone, even my mom fell asleep, it's good for her.
Then I watched TV for a while, then I went out to visit a friend, I came back to help with lunch, wash the clothes I had used to leave everything clean.
Then I went to the kitchen, this time it was my mom who was in charge of the distribution, it was beans with pork skin, rice and fried plantain, with mango carato that my brother made.
When we finished lunch, everyone scrubbed their own, I looked for my bags, to have them outside ready for when the car arrived, my children also did the same.
The car arrived, we said goodbye, we said goodbye to everything and we also said goodbye to Holy Week 2025.
We drove along the highway where we could see a beautiful sunset, it reminds me many times that this was the road that my father used to take when we came to the farm.
All photos of my property taken with my Samsung Galaxy A12 cell phone.
Translated with the app DeepL.
