Any day when I get to talk to a campesino is a good day. This one was filled with good energy, and had vallenato blasting from his trusty radio, strung up alongside his mulera, under his giant sombrero vueltiao. He was on his way from tending cows to work at a local farm.

When a farmer here asks my origins, they tend not to give a hoot about urban details. They want to know what Canada produces. "Tell me about the crops! The livestock! What do your people *make*?"

Right to the good stuff. 👌🏻