Now Thats Some Good Shit

Over the last weekend at the farm we got to do a little sightseeing and exporing with our other WWOOFers. One of the guys lives in Malaga so Saturday afternoon we drove to the coast and swam in the Mediterranean for the first time, swiming in saltwater is so cool, you're incredibly light. Its the only way I can float on my back without my feet sinking like rocks! After getting some delicious pizza we went to this huge benefit concert to raise money and awareness for the slave trade in Mauritania. Think outdoor Madison kind of concert with an activist/hippie crowd but 5 times as big. There were 4 bands that played and a "sideshow" of an qcrobqtics troupe doing different things during the time between bands. By far the coolest thing we had done on our trip so far. This small French band called Caravan Palace was freakin awesome, they were like a funk swing band from the future, absolutly wild. The first band was a hip hop fusion which was pretty cool and the last two were both Flamenco Fusion which is the popular genere of music for a lot of our age group in Spain. Its pretty interesting but can get repetitive after awhile.

The next morning, after sleeping till noon because the concert went untill 4am... we drove up to a Natural Park and ate our picnic lunch and went hiking. The mountqins of Andalucia are gorgeous, it's all reminiscent of the Sierra Nevads in California (which suprise suprise, the mountains qre called the Sierra Nevadas) or of parts of Colorado.

Our last day of work turned to be rather interesting and messy. For whatever reason they decided that it was the right time of year to stock up on thier manure for compost/fertilizer. Yup, I'm sure you all guess what that meant... The boys had been doing most of it getting chicken poop but that afternoon the 4 of us got dropped off at the side of the road with a big pile of bags to shovel horse manure. This starts out as just shovelling up the piles into bags that the farmer has piled next to the road, but as those piles dissapear you have to start digging under the hay trying to find the older piles. Fuuuun stuff, by the end of the afternoon we were quite good at determining what was "good shit" and what was "bad shit"

Needless to say our stay on the farm was good even though we cut it a few days short and left Tuesday morning. We hopped a series of busses and made our way down to Tarifa where we caught ferry to Tanger, Morrocco. That, will be anohter post though.