The 3 O'clock Coffee
After a morning of hard work trimming down several palm trees, and fixing the fence and gate post at the finca's entrance, there is nothing like a hot, sweet 3 o'clock coffee. We arrived this morning with many plans and projects in mind, besides fixing the gate. But after I began to dig out the old broken fence post I realized I was in over my head. The post was cemented at least 2 feet deep in very hard wet clay that does not break easy and I did not have the right tools to do it. As a matter of fact I didn't even find the pick in order to dig down, but while looking for it I only found the iron part. After trying to use by hand and found it to be a futile effort, it occurred to me that the palms that I cut down were so hard that they sounded like baseball bats when they hit the ground, so "a la McGuiver", I decided to create my own handle for the pick, and guess what, it worked like a charm. I have to say, I dare anyone to use this pick without gloves; your ha...
