We hung out the whole night and left at dawn. There was dancing, singing, laughing, swimming, and eating greasy lamb on top of rice. We aren't lucky enough to own a farm, this one was a rental, but we're gonna buy one Inshallah. These farms are what holds me back from running like a bat out of hell to a "big city". This is quality of life.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Hangin at the farm
Eat your hearts out Najdis and Hijazis. Y'all have your fancy shmancy buildings and your glittery cities. You got your shopping malls and your restaurants. But how often do you get to see mother nature at her finest? We may be in Podunk, but we have miles and miles of green stuff. Here's how Hassawis spend there time: