no pasa nada

moving southwest as usual, (drawing closer and closer to Morocco,) I'm working on a farm an hour outside Málaga. A bit larger, this one, and more impersonal. I'm living the new volunteer workers' house, and share my time with the two other long-term guys that are taking care of the farm. The Spanish man who owns the place and his Indian wife and her large extended family keep relatively separate from us workers/wwoofers. I don't eat with them, and have little interaction, so a bit different situation.

I'm back to cooked foods, but, as Hindus don't eat animals or eggs, and I've kicked milk and dairy products for now, I'm a vegan for a couple weeks.

Work, running, reading the Bhagavad Gita. That's about it. Lacking a bit of action, but I should be able to catch a bit of the Easter Semana Santa festival this week in Málaga, and, well... Morocco is calling...