POOkah LEHgooay

I have no idea how to spell it, but it´s the name of the farm we´re staying on; it´s short for ´How Much Further Is This Fucking Place´ in Spanish. Carmen named it so when she and Andy were first going out to look at the place. The Patrones, they call each other lightly; and though there is much they disagree on, they seem very happy. They have two employees. Don Cheno takes care of everything outside: cows, crops, terraces, gates, clearing, composting. Silvia takes care of inside stuff like laundry and lunch. It is very comfortable with the four of them looking out for us and giving us just the right amount of work so that we can fall into bed exhausted and happy (twice a day incidentally, on account of that wonderful tradition, the siesta.)

I´m four-fifths of the way to fulfilling Koozy´s five-point program for happiness: I´m having great success at eating, sleeping, pooping, and working out. And I guess Erica had me accurately pegged as a goat: I´ve been eating as I go through the rows, gardens, and orchards. Andy is English so we´re growing broccoli and brussels sprouts, neither of which are really forming up; but the greens are really good raw or fried. I try to get some fiber to balance out all the fruit I eat just because it´s there (and awesome.) I really love plums.