“Cimmarrón. Aventador.” As we climb down into the valley of Viñales National Park we hear “Cimmarrón. Aventador,” echoing below. We reach a clearing at the bottom of the mountain and in a field we see a farmer plowing his land using a single blade driven by two oxen ─their names are Cimmarrón and Aventador. The farmer continually calls out to them, directing each one right and left as they work their way up and down the field. It is a long and arduous process to clear this field that the farmer hopes to plant beans on. According to the local farmers we spoke to, they are required to sell 90 percent of their crop back to the government at a price determined by the state. They say the price is often well below the market value of what the end product sells for. Farmers can sell their remaining share directly to consumers, at their own price. Cimmarrón refers to one who is “wild” or “untamed.” Aventador means “fan” though this farmer likened his ox to a propeller on a plane.