A roadside sign announcing Job Saas’ paradise farm caught our eye as we circumnavigated San Andres. If Columbia possesses San Andres as its territory, Job retains much of the island’s soul. A Caribbean renaissance man, Job presides over his acres and stewards its resources by day and provides rasta love with his reggae band by night.
Job, the sign to Paradise Farm and his words to live by.
The Black Crab is just one of the farm’s inhabitants. Job has labeled the native flora and fauna.
Job’s home. Now an empty-nester, Job’s son and daughter are pursuing careers on the Colombia mainland. While Job, bemoans Colombia’s domination of the San Andres economy it is unclear that the next Saas generation will return to Paradise Farm.
Job provided the musical coda to our San Andres visit. We closed down the house the night before we set sail for Providencia, San Andres’ sister island 55 miles to the north.