Chaci El Chanco

Rama and Katharine came up with the idea of putting a pig on the property to feed compost to and fatten up for a pig roast come November. Our mechanic, Helberth, lined up the piglet for us out in the country. Brad and I picked it up in high style with a dog kennel strapped to our roof rack. Brad got to pick the pig out and run it up a hill in a bag.

Apparently we were quite the site because groups of people were laughing and pointing as we drove through San Isidro. We went through a trafic check point and the officer, checking our papers, jumped a foot in the air as Chanci squealed at top decibel directly above him. The confused Trafico pointed up and said, as if revealling something quite important,
"There's a pig on top of your car."
I don't know what that meant but he didn't even finish looking at our papers he just waved us off.

The pig has a lot to accomplish before it's timely Thanksgiving death. Talks are currently underway to take the pig surfing and around Uvita on rope for a bar hop. This is going to have to happen soon because he's getting really big.