Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Europe in South America

Where in South America can you go where the people look like Italians, the buildings look French, the people speak Spanish, and have high tea like the Brits? Give up? 

Monday, March 19, 2012

Old MacDonald's Murder Mystery!

"Old MacDonald had a farm,
ee i ee i oh!"

What we all know quite well is that Old MacDonald had a farm, and on that farm he had some chickens, some dogs, some turkeys, and some cows. What Old Man MacDonald didn't have, was any sheep. First, because sheep make for a terrible animals to raise on a farm - they smell, they're stupid and they always squeeze through the smallest holes in the fence, even though you've just secured the damn fence with bamboo and there isn't any possible way for anything to squeeze through, let alone a sheep. How do they always get out?? Second, Old MacDonald didn't have any sheep, because his song was sponsored by the Chicken, Dog, Turkey and Cow Lobby (CDTCL).

But on our farm, we had some sheep, 27 in fact. Until we only had 26. This is the harrowing tale of 00027. And with your help, we can hunt down the killer.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Things I Take for Granted

I am so glad to be on this trip.  Everyday I think to myself, "Wow, I'm in/at ______" (Carnaval, a farm in Argentina, on a mountain full of llamas...just filling in the blanks wherever I am that day).  I have learned so much, from culture and politics, to the different ways to say "peach" in Spanish depending on what country I am in.  But as I sit here in the kitchen in the apartment we are renting in Buenos Aires for the month, blissfully eating my first bowl of cereal and glass of Tropicana Orange Juice since I left the States in late December, I am reminded about all the things this trip has made me realize I take for granted.  Yes, some of them are big and obvious and very important, such as having clean, running water that is safe to drink and does not need to be boiled.  But really it's the little things (such as making jewelry), that often have more to do with my personal preferences, that I am often amused to discover how much I miss when I don't have them.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

WWOOF, life on the farm is for the dogs.

There's a reason that we invented machines and moved to the cities. Life on the farm is hard, even if it's geared towards WWOOFers and probably has less to do with serfdom of the 13th century. Still, we've survived a week, here's what we've been up to: