That's the farm, the little idyllic sunlit patch of flat bottomland right in the middle of the photo. Amazing, no? I feel blessed every day to be able to live here.
Time has flown during my month and a half on Alex's farm, and chances to "do internet" have been few and far between. Settling into the rustic, communal life on the banks of the Rio Azul has been wonderful. I've gotten to harvest rye by hand with Japanese sickles, build a door for a calf's pen, learn about cultivating cereals with a team of horses, inaugurate a new earthen-built sauna with a first sweat, and enjoy wood oven-baked wild blackberry crisp. I've also been served whiskey, wine, and champagne on a bus. I promise to report on more in this space soon, with photos.