The little farm that could, continued...

I'v almost been in El Bolson for two weeks now. I've settled into my wwoofing lifestyle. The first few days were hard, especially because we were stuck inside a tiny house by the cold rain. But the weather improved, actually, the weather became amazing and an outside lifestyle was realized.

There is no set work schedule at my farm. Because nothing is produced for commercial value we (the wwoofers) are able to pick our own projects, in fact we must use our creativity to create our own work. I'm in the midst of creating a vegetable garden, adding to a stawberry garden, creating a fountain, carving a bowl from a knot of wood I found in the mountains and trying to germinate some seeds. Also, we have daily Spanish sessions...today was on pronuciation (reading from a book called 'Conversations with God'...I have no clue what the author was saying).

I have also started on a new endeavour...reading a book in Spanish. It's a 'pick your own adventure book'. So far I've found out I'm a thirteen year old adventurer who was asked by a famous scientist to accompany her on an expedition to find the sole surviving dinosaur living in the depths of some obscure ocean. It's very exciting.

Other than what's related above, my life consists of walking in the absolutely stunning snow-capped mountians and (attempting to) playing guitar as an accompianament to another, very talented, wwoofers mandolin. We try to make beautiful music, sometimes it works and sometimes it doens't.