Buni's little village home covered by a 100+ year old grape vine. |
I sported a crazy bun, gym shorts, and Havaianas all day long with no care in the world. My routine consisted of sleeping (unfortunately waking up at 7 a.m. to let the chickens out!), eating, helping around the yard (oh yes I helped pick weeds and watered the garden with buckets!), and relaxing on my grandma's bench, 100 year old grape vine above me and a book in my hands. Now that to me is a vacation. I spent most of my mornings in the yard, lounging in the sun with a book in my hands. In the morning I would cook a deliciously organic breakfast with fresh eggs from the chickens and fresh veggies from the garden. I can't even begin to tell you how delicious and flavorful the simplest ingredients were.
I felt like a kid again, reliving a childhood that I wasn't privileged to have. Made me realize how quickly we tend to grow up here in the states. It also gave me a totally different perspective on my parents and how I was raised. It made me understand a lot of things more clearly and in a different light.
Waking up to a heard of cows or sheep outside my window was always an interesting sighting. The best part is the cows know how to go back to their homes!

Grandma's little garden. My inspiration for beginning my own little container garden.

Same corn machine from my mom's childhood! This takes off the the dried kernels that feed the chickens (and sometimes the dog)
I miss this dog so much! sweetest dog ever, my little baby.
My mom said this is the same metal box from when she was a kid! |
View over a few villages. It was such an amazing hike that led to even more amazing waterfalls!
We may have broken into this abandoned home...
Missing it all so much...
Love,
B