I find myself finally at the farm I was promised. It's beautiful, stinky and I live in a hut. The outdoor kitchen has one working burner that I have to control with a rusty tool. I eat goat cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Besides learning to like cats (the one below seems to pester me the most); I've become well acquainted with goats' utters (which we have to milk everyday at 8 am sharp), a little goat named Zigzag and a troop of piglets. Photos to follow... !
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