Max's Big Adventure

Meet Max. He's a Finca dog. Still a puppy and kind of a whiner but again, still a puppy so we'll give him some slack. He is good at keeping a person company. We hang out. 

Max getting impatient.
Focus on the dog, not all the crap in the background. Please and thank you.

So, Max and I went on an adventure down one of the public "roads" to see what we could see (and potentially find more little birds to harass). When I say road, I mean dirt path that is sometimes wide enough for not one, but two horses. The life line to the main road for a whole bunch of houses and little farms.  

I'll be honest, I didn't really know where we were going, hence the adventure part. 

I like to think that having Max along made me some what legitimate. Otherwise I was just the strange white person that must be lost because there is no other reason I could possibly have for walking down the road/trail. But having a dog with me...eh, they still thought I was lost.

We saw a lot of beans and corn.

And then we found a gigantic rock. Exciting stuff, let me tell you. I don't know what it's deal is. It seems super random, the only thing around for quite a ways. Aliens probably. 

At this point we decide to turn around, because what more could there be to follow up a gigantic random rock? Plus, people were literally coming out of their houses to stare at the pale person phenom. 

Some guy asks/tells me where the finca is (like I could have come from anywhere else?) and then proceeds to follow me (escort??) back in the right direction. It was awkward. 

Also, it was hot. Temperature, people, temperature. The sun had come out and I needed to shed a layer but having a tail (the dude) I didn't so much feel like stopping. Just got excessively sweaty. Pretty swell.

Eventually, the dude felt like I was on the right track and went back to his house. 

Max and I continued on our merry way. Stopped and shed that layer before I died of heat stroke. Tried to find some birds. Not to be found. I blame the wind. 

Upon our return, Max passed out for the rest of the afternoon. 

Mission accomplished. 

Well except for the finding of little birds, but as far as giving the locals something to talk about, definitely.