Finding Our Bearings

The first few days in a new country always feel a little overwhelming, as I struggle to pronounce basic words, decipher public transportation options, and locate a playground. Today, when all three of those efforts failed, I instead attempted to convince Theo that kicking an aluminum can around a large open space in front of a church was like being at a playground. It kind of worked. 


Truck Produce

A guy with truck bed full of fruits and vegetables parks by the side of the main street of Pissouri on Tuesdays. This week, on my second visit, and he greeted me with a handshake, asked after my ‘baby’, and then gave my a tour of what he had on offer for the day, including a large bottle of moonshine.