Monthly Archive for June, 2007

farming away in France

I am in the south of France, on an excellent farm in a tiny village called La Chalaguére. Things are going very well after a bit of an interesting start to things.

I don’t have much patience to write much now. The French language keyboard is by far the most different from the US English keyboard so far and it is slow-going and the majority of letters and all the punctuation keys are in completely different locations!

The family I’m with is English, but they have been in France for 16 years. They aren’t a part of wwoof, but have been accepting wwoofers for many years. The farmers, Granville and Stella speak French fluently, as do their three kids. The youngest, Richie is still living at home and their oldest, Cia, comes to the house for several days a week to help with the weekly harvests and the selling at the two local markets. Everyone is great to be around and Stella, Cia and I spend the most time working together. The farm is huge - 34 hectares. They (we, I guess) are cultivating about three hectares and they have three large poly-tunnels. There’s also ten (10!) horses, two great dogs, and one rescued and adorable hedgehog. The farm is completely awesome and very close to what I want. The surrounding area reminds me most of the mountains and foothills in the eastern USA, i.e. the Smoky; Blue Ridge and Appalachian Mountain ranges.

My powerbook is the only computer on the farm. Needless to say there is no internet access, but there is a small internet access shop nearby (obviously … ;)). So, friends and neighbors, don’t expect to hear much from me, if anything in the coming week or two. I am set to be on this farm until July 1, when I’ll be heading north to a farm in the Fougere area near (or in) Brittany. Just know that I am safe and well and enjoying myself on a completely modern (aside from internet) farm!

I made it as far as Narbonne

I decided to sleep in this morning and skip the early train to France. I would have had to wake up at 6 am and catch the train at 7:55 am. I almost wish I had woken up now, but the sleep was nice. Instead, I took the 11:25 train from Barcelona to Cerbere and barely made that one! I got to Sants Estacio at 11:05 and there was a huge line. Somehow the line went fast and I bought my ticket five minutes before the train was to depart. phew!

This morning I had also reserved a ticket from Cerbere to Narbonne on the internet, but couldn’t reserve tickets for the rest of the journey to Toulouse. I didn’t know why until I got to Cerbere … the train I needed from Narbonne to Toulouse was full! Alas, there was one more train today to Toulouse from Narbonne. But, it gets to Toulouse after 11 pm and I’m already tired, and there’s no point in me getting to an unknown city at that hour. Funny thing about the trains today - no one checked tickets on either the train from Barcelona to Cerbere, or from Cerbere to Narbonne.

Cerbere Gare

I found a room down the street from the train station called Hôtel de la Gare, which I think basically means hotel of the station. Whooppee. It’s cheap, 22.50 euros. Not bad for a single room close to the station. However, it’s on the verge of being a dive … well, maybe it is a dive (a plonger in French?) - the sheets smell clean, but I found a couple (dead, thankfully) bugs when I pulled back the sheets. Best of all, though, there’s an open wifi spot! he he haaa! the little things that make me happy! I can check train schedules, skype call my wwoof hosts and let them know what’s going on, and generally waste time on the internet. I’ll get out and see a little of Narbonne, too, after it stops raining and I get hungry …

The language … heh! Yeah. Can’t understand much of it at all. That will change after I hear it more, but now, jeez. I’m fucked! Part of the reason I chose this hotel is the proprietor is a sweet old lady that did nothing but smile and understand when I looked at her and didn’t have a clue. I understood “un chambre” (pronounced ong shom-bray), meaning a room … and I said “we we, s’il vous plaîs.” She knows a teeny tiny bit of English, and it is good to see things are totally hopeless for me. It’s my only hope that more people are as understanding.

So, I’m just gonna chill. Take a little walk, find the city square, the river, the catedral maybe. It has stopped raining now and is looking pretty nice. Au revoir!

What’s going on?

What’s going on? I’m an apprentice at Plum Forest Farm on Vashon Island in Washington State, USA.