This was supposed to be our day of rest after a million miles and twice as many hours on the road. We all spent it exploring the desert-like landscape of cacti, mesquite, cows, horses and, of course, Jorge the Emu.We found some amazing flora, like the cactus-tree that was taller than any of us. At its base, the cactus skin was thick and brown. It looked like it had grown bark, and the body was as thick as your leg. There are several tiny, round cacti that we will be replanting later around the offices, and there are long, finger thin cacti the surround some of the trees. Walter discovered that the pointy tips are sharp.
The grounds of Refugio are beautiful but simple. There are a few dormitories, a kitchen and dining hall, some tool sheds, scattered buildings for animals, and the ubiquitous Chulo Jorge.
We met the horses, Karma and Colaca. Then we met the cows. Tessa made special friends with the bull. One mother just had a calf fifteen days ago. We will be helping the refugees learn to milk her later during our stay here.
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