Muddy Feet and Stinky Cheese

With muddy feet, a bike ride and a last morning spent underneath the goats' butts, I bid goodbye to the farm.

I'm glad I was able to enter into a world I would've never been able to experience otherwise; 'twas the farm life : down and dirty, full of jolly people, animal excrements and fresh cheese.

Now there were just a few jumps, skips and layovers across the little ocean Atlantic before I'd be back in the ol' USA.

And this is where milk comes from...

And this is the joy it brings!