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I really should have spoken with that farmer....

Remember that post about the farmer who lived behind the apartment complex we used to live in?
Here it is if you're interested. In short, the farmer seemed to have magic fertilizer because his plants grew so fast it was incredible to me. He also had pigs. Loud loud pigs. At times it was scary. I am not sure if you've ever heard a pig screaming, but it is one of the more disturbing sounds I've ever heard. At first listen in fact, you're not entirely sure that the sound isn't coming from a small child. Blech.
I'll get to the point: in an ironic turn of events, the pig killed and ate the farmer. True story. Sad story. Horrifying in fact. I've been wanting to post about it for ages but what with no net at the house and all....
Here's the link to the article in the local paper.
In English, the 300 pound-ish pig charged the 77 year old farmer and knocked him down. She killed him. She ate part of his legs and head. The nephew of the farmer found him when it was too late and called the authorities.
How frickin' horrifying is that??????
And to think I laughed when the farmer was in our complex looking for that pig one time, when she got loose. Eeek. My heart went out to the family. What an awful awful experience. Gawd.

That farmer next door and his magic fertilizer

I'm sure I've mentioned the farmer next door who came looking for his pigs in our complex one day? Yes, he farms a plot of land over there which I view each time I go in or out of the complex. It seems to have the power of the legendary beanstalk that Jack climbed. I tell you, it is growing at such a rate that I simply MUST know how he does it. How is it that just a quarter mile away in my own little garden, everything was chomped, stolen, destroyed overnight and his plot flourishes so, leaving me green (cheesey pun entirely intended) with envy?

Well, I have some options. I could a. go over and ask him in my broken French how he does it and if I can have a plant, or b. stare longingly at the plot each time I go by, make some guesses, spend some time online, and try once again to make a garden at our house. A is a lot of courage for me to be honest, but B is a whole lot of work which could just be stolen again in the night. Wait a minute...maybe the pigs took my garden? Maybe they ate it. Which would mean they would have returned home to their lush plot and 'fertilized' that plot, making some of that plot rightfully mine, right?

Maybe I'll start with finding out what he's doing over there. It's a veritable farm and I'm jealous. I'll keep you posted, as I'm pretty determined to be a gardening success at some point. 

when bar food is a cheese plate life is good

Scrumptious cheese plate and other delicious tapas can be found at one of my favorite casual spots, La Boca. They have really nice staff, free wi-fi, and yummy tapas. What else do you want in a restaurant on the marina?

That pretty much says it. Oh, and an additional fact: Ricard is both a refreshing beverage as well as a breath mint. Genius.