The cheese makers.

On that mountain lived a family that made and sold they're own cheese. So we stopped to buy some.
They offered us some of their milk. I assumed it was fresh milk. It wasn't.
It was two day old milk it tasted like yogurt but had a chunky texture and cream on top. It was a special treat. So I ate as much as I could, but I don't think I'd have it again.
They were very curious about me though. Mostly, how someone from Hawaii had found their little house in the mountains? Why was I so pale if I was from Hawaii? What is it like in Hawaii?
They were very friendly people.