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