Winter is the best time for us to work with the Wwoofers as in summer our accommodation is needed to rent to tourists to pay the bills. Winter is not always the best time for gardening, but despite the snow and the rain the messy RH bed was transformed in a morning into 4 raised beds, and the view was revealed by a day of dilligent hedge trimming. Not only had we forgotten how breathtaking the view from the garden could be, but what it felt like to be a gap year student again. The house was filled with Italian words, cooking from life experiences as a Bistro owners in Milan, before Viviana and Vincenzo dropped into the slow lane to Wwoof around the world. Plans were made to Ski in Romania (or the Ukraine because that is where the Romanians now go). Bheinn learnt how to do magic tricks, and everybody got beaten at Mario Cart. But like all travel Wwoofing comes with the need for a lot of adaptability. None of the Wwoofing stays have finished/started as planned. A day late for a broken bicycle, an early departure for paid employment, struggles, to find a next host, or the public transport to accommodate that need on a budget. And none of us have finished a Wwoofing host or assignment without learning and becoming more than we were at the beginning. So for today
Sogni D’oro, Noapte buna vise placute, Goodnight and Sweet Dreams