Juan.

The farm hosts don´t really care too much about their WWOOFers. Sure, they set us up with our own apartment in town, but today, Richard brought his wife coffee right infront of us, and failed to offer us any. They never invite WWOOFers into their house and they constantly make fun of us. We can take it, but still, we are shoveling poop for them. The least they can do is be nice.

So to make up for the lack of affection from our hosts, a man who used to be friends with the farm owners has taken the WWOOFers under his wing. His name is Juan, and he owns the 24-hour shop in town. He brings us bread and over the years, has basically equipped the kitchen with pots, pans, and dishware. Thank goodness for Juan. He always says, "Without me, the WWOOFers would starve!" A little bit of an exageration, but cute nonetheless.

The other night, he came over to cook us a torilla, drink wine, and talk to Tammy, while I tried to understand as much Spanish as I could. He also owns a farm in Tobarra and used to have 2,500 sheep and 100 cows until they got sick and he had to put all of them down. He´s also sad because his son, who was supposed to take over Juan´s store, moved away.

He gave us a ride into Hellin the next day and promised to teach us how to make paella. Juan is a good, good man.