“Go pick out something to make for dinner,” our host said to us at the end of each day. Rather than reaching for the handle of the refrigerator, we grabbed a sweater and reached for the handle of the back door. Soft, cold dirt squished between our bare toes as we moved through the garden.…
Rain Stites This is WWOOFing Gritting my teeth, I slipped gloves back over each of my stinging, red, dirt-caked hands. My body was sore but my heart so full; I was ready for war. An army of stinging nettle plants towered over me. I knew, though, that little by little, we’d make progress and the…
Hundreds of kilometers had passed under our tires since our last meal. As our little red truck zoomed through the trees toward our rest spot for the evening, I placed my hand over my growling stomach to let it know I’d ease its emptiness as soon as I could. My boyfriend and I were somewhere…
They say opposites attract. For my boyfriend Rick and me, that couldn’t be more true — especially during meal time. Once upon a time, Rick and I had the same tastes; We both liked pepperonis on our pizzas and ketchup on our burgers. At the time, it’s as if the aroma of cooking meat brought…
