After milking the goats, Megan and I spent a few hours volunteering at the Arivaca community garden. We got free veggies and a big watermelon in exchange for harvesting tomatoes, peppers, and eggplant. I can’t say I thought this would be an event to write about, until the king showed up. Quite randomly (apparently because of security concerns about disclosing information about his visit earlier), a king from Nigeria showed up. He toured the garden, got some loving from Smatt’s dog (who had to be tied up for jumping on the kings leather shoes), and blessed the garden and all of the food. We were asked to take a picture. Megan had the honor of standing right next to him. So there we were, in our dirty garden clothes, standing with a king from Nigeria. Arivaca is a town of about 900 people, but from the stories you hear told and the people you meet on a day-to-day basis, it has the culture, and diversity of thought and experience of a large city!
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