Curiosity got the better of me, as it always seems to, and there’s been some buzz, and, hell, the weather is gorgeous, so I ventured out and explored the village which recently sprung up outside my building. A co-worker who is an expert on cults, among other things, warned me not to drink their Yerba Maté. Although zealots and would-be-converters seem to be drawn to me like moths to a flame, I am impenetrable, so there was no danger of my returning to the office having experienced the second coming of Yahshua. Actually, it all seemed harmless enough, baking bread, sing-a-longs, and crafts. Quite charming, actually, with a sorts of little houses and even a fountain! I liked some of their wares, especially the shoes (I’m on this quest to find sandals that cover up my fugly toes, my Betulas are falling apart and the model has been long discontinued). I enjoyed a lively theatrical staged outside of colorfully painted van (with airplane wings) entitled “Hippie-crit (Why the Movement Never Got Off The Ground).” I guess these Twelve Tribes folk gave up drugs and found religion. Something about a black box... and that drink was so delicious... Very friendly people and I took back lots of free magazines. Finally feel like I really, truly belong.
Tomorrow I’ll be going here.

Comments

[Brooke]

I've had the fabulous twelve tribes yerba mate, it's excellent! they have a compound outside where I used to live in Colorado Springs and the "christian cult cafe" they had there was one of my favorite study spots, great food too.