We've been driving for almost two hours in an ancient pickup carrying a full load of dried hay and tools in the back. Quintessential farmer stuff. I'm a city girl by nature, but these idyllic country gigs are some of my favorites. The people are always so warm and welcoming, even Farmer Sven sitting in the driver's seat next to me. The three of us were seated uncomfortably shoulder to shoulder. The only way we can fit all of our luggage (and us) in the cab is if I sit in the middle of the bucket seat with the stick shift knob wedged between my legs. Sven doesn't seem to be even slightly phased by adjusting the gears between my thighs, but looks straight ahead focusing on the road as if he's done this drive a million times. I look over at Guy nervously when I sense he's about to make a very
