From the Pond to the Table

We ordered grilled fish for dinner. Our host went to down the steps of the porch to the fishing pond. First he fed the fish probably so it can wake up from the afternoon slumber.

We were all excited to be witnessing the ‘show’ so he gestured towards us to be quiet. He took off his short pants, folded them neatly on the grass and then threw his fishing net in the pond.

Then he pulled.

Then he got into the water and threw the net again.

Minutes later we were staring dinner in the eyes. Literally.

If this is not living close to nature I don’t know what is. Needless to say dinner was delicious.