Been cheerfully greeted by the weird man of the village.
Walked a quarter mile with the gossip lady. And my friend who happened to be visiting, a huge man in black leather. Desperately tried to quell the gossip that will inevitable follow.
After barely two weeks in the village, found myself in the position that I can take a walk and realistically hope to meet someone who will invite me in for coffee. And it happened. Had coffee in a beautiful garden with an elderly couple.
Been eaten alive by mosquitoes.
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