I am back from living out my spaghetti western dreams of horsing around in Andalucia, Spain. I've said it before and I'll say it again; if you are ever burnt out from city life, need a reset, and want to create some new neural pathways while panting and sweating, then get yourself a job shoveling shit on a far away farm. Ranch life is humbling and refreshing and I recommend it for all ages. I generally find being a tourist to be alienating. Working with a local farm provides a great cultural exchange and a way to experience life as others who are far removed from your web of affiliations live it. See the world, shovel shit.