Back to my roots?

We spent the day at an organic cooperative where we learned about indigenous farming methods, healing plants and some beliefs and traditions. Here I am having a go ploughing with the rather frisky Bulls. My dad would not have been impressed with my wobbly furrows - he could plough a very straight drill.
We then planted potatoes, beans and quineoa.
We ate some local food for lunch - free range "chicken" - then they showed us their guinea pig stock. I have eaten guinea pig in Peru and remember it did taste of chicken so who knows? It was very educational and interesting.

Now I'm rushing as we went to some hot springs for a dip and I'm going to be late for dinner.

There is no time to write my diary or look at blips. Sorry.