I’d heard it a million times. Gardeners, exaggerating how marvellous their fruit and veg were. Fisherman’s tales of everything being greener, bigger, rounder, smoother, and above all, so much BETTER than everything we poor mortals were buying. Yawn. Until my awakening. Until that Damascene moment. Until I ate the first tomato from my own plant. Continue reading
Soy extranjera. I am a stranger.
Soy extranjera en una tierra nueva. I am a stranger in a new land. Continue reading
So Rafael has been working out in the campo, long hours, and finally it’s all paid off and he’s brought home the bacon. Or rather, he’s brought home the almonds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. And he appears to be storing them in his front room. Continue reading