Well, our first night started off with a challenge. I couldn’t figure out how to lock the doors. You would think as landlord I could solve this. Nope, an hour later and with Kirsten’s help we did it. Actually, Kirsten solved the mystery. I now know how to lock French doors. Another restful night, I wake up before anyone else and slip out into the kitchen. I fix myself a cup of coffee, open the patio doors to a bright and comfortable 70-degree morning. WOW! This is vacationing, the birds are singing, my coffee is delicious. As I sit down and look out toward the field, I see Leonarda is staring at me, the donkey. I wonder what she’s thinking. Well, it doesn’t matter because I’m not feeding her, Kirsten will when she gets up. I
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