July 10th – It’s amazing that no matter how many times the potatoes poked their heads above the soil, the excitement for uncovering one didn’t diminish. It was like a gold rush each and every time and prompted the farmer in some of us and the pro-wrestler in others to surface. By the end of the morning, we did manage to dig up most of the field and haul away the potatoes in woven baskets hoisted upon our backs.
A much deserved lunch was folllowed by everyone recapturing their expertise from the previous day in mixing cement, carting bricks, and building walls. After laboring for the afternon, we all unwound wiht a bit of badminton, yoga, or a walk around the grounds. And since exhaustion had set in, we capped off the night by packing into one room, blankets and pillows piled uner and over limbs, to watch a not so Chinese flick – Ghost Rider.