We both knew moving far away and setting up a business would mean making sacrifices. Who would have guessed they would be so literal.
A few days ago while the concrete for the foundations was being poured we were told we needed to get some chickens. For lunch? no. They were to be a sacrificed to the spirits of the forest as a thank you for using the land and a blessing on the house.
In the end we found four chickens, three of which were sacrificed and their blood went into the cement foundations and around the house.
Dana decided to save the last one who was obviously a little shaken after watching its friends meet such a grisly end.
Her names Belinda and she now lives on the hill.
The workers saw to it that none of the chicken was wasted. It was delicious.
3 chickens were harmed in the making of this blog post.
I guess I do practice Santeria.