Boots & Muddy Fields

Country life especially if you are a foreigner is always full of drama. As much as this place is stupendous I have to say it don't I? All it takes is a bit of rain and we are stuck. Our clients are used to being picked up at the top of the hill and driven down by us down to the restaurant because the Muddy Fields that are normlly a nice "Camino" during the rest of the year become impassible in a small car.

Back to Boots & Muddy Fields. I get in the truck 4x4 to go pick the guests for lunch . Am dressed in Boots as one does as appearances matter when one is serving food. Round the bend I swerve and the truck gets stuck in the mud. Chef is in the kitchen waiting for the first table to arrive only they wont be arriving in time because I have to now abandon the car and leg it across the field to our neighbours' to seek help in my beautiful boots that have since lost their beauty.

Still it a pleasure being the "Morena of La Losilla" Thats what the locals call me "The dark one of La Losilla" For I am black.