In 2013, I was in Nicaragua as an Impact Assessment Intern with MEDA. Near the end of my internship, I went to Little Corn Island on the Atlantic Ocean. This is where I met Colleen and Glen from Vancouver Island. There were kind and generous and took me out for meals. Last year, they returned to Nicaragua and they contacted me with advice on where to go.
When Mary and I started our bike trip at Mile 0 in Victoria, they came to support us and wish us well. Along our route we stay with people we know, sometimes people we don’t know, and camp. We were going through Elrose, Saskatchewan where Colleen is originally from. There is a Hutterite Colony in Kyle, a town a few kilometers south of Elrose.
For those of you who don’t know what Hutterite is, like myself before, it is a community that has an average of 130 members who live and work together in a community farming, raising livestock and producing manufactured goods. Their daily life centers around community. For example, when we were eating, it is with the whole community in a large dining hall. They attend church every day for half an hour and for two hours on Sundays. Hutterites have a typical dress that they wear – you can see the women’s outfit in our picture of Mary and I.
Colleen grew up as a family friend of members of this colony and had called the Pastor to see if it would be okay if we visited. It was such an amazing experience. They gave us a tour of the farm, fed us and dressed us up as Hutterites.
While we were visiting, the colony was building a separate colony. Hutterites have up to 100 people in their colony and once they reach this point, they separate. There are two different pastors and a certain name is chosen from the two. Whoever is in that group with the pastor goes to the new colony.
I had a million questions and was amazed how they were almost self- sustaining and had learned different skills within the community. The Hutterites were welcoming and generous. One of the men had a golf cart and he toured us around the whole community. Sometimes I found it hard to understand anything. They speak low- German and it was the first time I had ever heard this type of accent. I tried speaking with the children, but kids under the age of six don’t speak any English – I didn’t realize this and had spent a while trying to talk to them.
We spent four hours with the colony and then we were off to Elrose, where they connected us with a family to stay with. All of the girls around our age walked our bikes to the entrance to wish us good luck.