Going to the village is goat milk heaven. We got a liter and a half yesterday and it is all gone. Hopefully tomorrow we will get some more and keep my coffee and goat milk sipping going as I write…

The village is not just goat milk, the village is about the simple things in life…

I am just using goats milk as a sounding board, but the village is just the simple things in life and that is what makes it perfect…

I spend my time in Moscow and I definitely find Moscow nothing like a big city. In Moscow we can find fresh anything on the street corner all day long, but still the village is the epitome of the simple things in life. While Moscow is a simple life, compared to a Western big city. Our village is simple life taken to a purer level. In Moscow they survive by trying to carry the village with them in the city, but it does not work as it should and the effects of the big city still overshadow the simple life…

Russians still have not lost that desire to get back to their roots. I have regained that desire, a desire that I had lost due to overwhelming pressure in America…

So as it rains this morning and I sip that cup of delicious coffee. I am thinking about the 30 or 40 people that are running around the village this week. They are getting that last week in before life, forces them to have to traipse back to the big city and start school and work again…

Life is all about the simple things and when we forget that, we have lessened our life and its experiences…

Kyle Keeton
Windows to Russia…