I believe these gents were painting the house. Dan didn't like the color because it was too Gypsy-like, but Cristi did (see previous picture). I don't know if they were joking with me, but Cristi and Dan said that I was the first foreigner who had ever been to Teasc. Look how we regard each other. Isn't it amazing that we can read each other's intentions so well, while separated by so many miles and generations from any common experience? I've been worse misunderstood by the Boeotians of the Santa Cruz Mountains than by anyone in Teasc; but of course in California they can understand what I'm saying.