"Campo" is Spanish for "countryside." So, what's it like to live in the campo?
We don't have a fruit bowl. Even if we did, I don't think these bananas would fit.
I went to learn how to milk cows... but turns out we've got a machine!
Dairy products here are fresh, but aren't pasteurized. If you don't drink milk the same day you have to freeze it.
Most people buy industrial bread--but some lades make bread at home in wood-fired ovens and sell it door-to-door.
The parrot approves of the homemade bread.
Don't worry, the scorpions here aren't that bad.
I'm more worried about whatever it was that stung my hand.
By foot, by bike, by horse, by bus...