We ask if we can look around and the cuidador gives us a proud tour of the grounds. There are rows of lettuce, chives, bokchoy, swiss chard. Understand that this is hard to get stuff in the land of pork sandwiches. So we are thrilled that we can leave with an armful of greens. We use these greens over the next few days to complement our Cuban pizza, our morning eggs, and the disappointing dinner at one casa particular.
Near the end of the trip, we have a similar experience. In Remedios, we stroll down the colonial streets and wind up at the municipal organic gardens where everyone gets their greens. The cuidador is quite happy to show us what he has, and we leave with arms full of goodies. The cuidador explains that they sell 100% of their production to local consumers who just come, as we do, and pick out their veggies right out of the soil. We had local “national” money, so we could buy at Cuban prices, not inflated foreigner money, CUCs.
And in the spirit of exchange, Peta contributes a ginger root from her own garden, which this nursery does not have, so that they can start producing fresh ginger.