Relative Something

I learn something new everyday here. When Ian and I were up cutting undergrowth to feed the horses, he pointed out an open mine shaft on the property where the original settlers were searching for water. He said there are 3 of them. None produced water.

My Portuguese is slowly expanding to allow folks to smile politely at my attempt to communicate. Cyndie is thriving in every capacity and surprised us all with an impromptu project of weaving a basket out of the eucalyptus bark that falls off the trees.

We are having the time of our lives! We are beginning to wonder how in the heck we will navigate returning to our former responsibilities.