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Got Milk

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Andreea made plans for us to go and purchase some goat’s milk from a local farmer. And there she is on a hot saturday morning on the trail … where we shortly encountered a cow who seemed suspicious of us

and this was our destination on a hill overlooking fruit-tree orchards (mostly peaches) that belong to our village

and a 1 year old orchard of kiwi plants … with the smoke of very-not-organic substances being spread in the background … our path took us literally around a few fields to where we could look back towards where we came from

Where we met the farmer from our village who was doing the spraying of not very-not-organic substances

… and the piles of chicken poop that are collected from the pens in our village

which meant we were getting close to our destination … which appeared soon after the next bend … with, what else, cows to greet visitors

… and after a short climb into the farm we met Hadad and his daughter and were able to take in a panoramic view of the way we had come

… and his son driving around with a dogish-looking navigator

… after a relaxed conversation and a small cup of strong coffee Hadad went to milk the goats

… and then filled up our bottles with all the milk he had – almost 6 liters

… and then refused to take our money and sent us home to process the milk with his best wishes

where we now have 6 jars of milk settling, 1 jar accumulating the fat that floats on top – which we will process into butter

and 1 jar to which we added some yogurt – to make more yogurt 🙂

little things and suprising gifts make for grand gestures and good feelings

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