Posts Tagged ‘travel’

The blasts from the past continue as I try to record all the places I used to call home..now that I am homeless.  😦

After the blue-eyed Aussie lured me to the other side of the Atlantic and we lived out of our station wagon over there a while, my family then lured us both to Puerto..to build Tierra de Suenos

Costa Rica – Puerto Viejo!

  • Where you wake to the sound of howler monkeys, roosters and the sweet chirp of birds and insects
  • Where you drink your locally grown coffee in the morning while rubbing your eyes to the butterflies, flora and fauna and sunshine that is your front yard
  • Where ‘gallo pinto’ is eaten at breakfast, lunch and dinner
  • Where you greet sloths in the treetops on your “commute”(i.e. walk up the dirt path) to “work”
  • Where your daily uniform can be a bikini top and shorts..everyday
  • Where you’ll never tire of seeing shirtless rasta boys riding their bikes with butt cracks exposed and surfboards in hand
  • Where the beaches can take your breath away
  • Where afternoon surfing usually means hanging out with your mates on your board at sea, feeling too lazy to catch the next wave
  • Where Imperial and Pilsen are everywhere, and never tasted so good
  • Where people speak a mix of patois and spanglish, and ‘pura vida’ says it all
  • Where it feels like you know everyone in town and everyone knows you..but really everyone knows Rockin J
  • Where time is in a vacuum
  • Where no matter how many times you try to leave, you always go back
  • Where walls and windows are mostly non existent
  • Where shit shows up missing for this reason
  • Where socializing quad bikes, pot holes and sometimes sloths are the only causes of traffic
  • Where everyone has a machete, always
  • Where the cops don’t come if their truck’s in the shop
  • Where your veggies and fruit either grow on your property or come in a truck every Thursday
  • Where water and electricity go out frequently, and sometimes for days
  • Where you sleep to the sound of a thousand crickets and geckos
  • Where snakes, crabs, spiders and scorpions show up in bed with you
  • Where everything is always damp
  • Where the jungle perpetually tries to defeat you, beautifully
  • Where on bad days you will still sing at the top of your lungs :”bingo, bango, bongo I don’t wanna leave the jungle no-no-no-no-no-no!”
  • Where on good days you can’t believe how lucky you are to live in such a place
  • Where I lived for 10 months

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Hello West Virginia.

That’s right. I said goodbye to Washington DC, a job, a sweet house, great people, and a boy…to transplant myself to West Virginia and hula hoop barefoot in the grass on a Tuesday afternoon.

Why, you ask?  Well, the hula hooping was not the main objective, although a nice perk.  Nor was the prospect of settling down in good ol’ West Virginia.  However, the mission to spend my Tuesdays barefoot in the grass has a lot to do with why I am here.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, I am into food.  Not like a foodie into food. But like a farmer into food.  I want to learn how to grow it more efficiently and more harmoniously with our Earth.  I want to make sure its healthy for my body and my planet. I want to learn how to make sure it gets to those in need of it; those that are getting short changed somewhere along the food distribution line.  I want to empower people to grow their own food and fight for fresh food; people living in projects, ghettos, rural hellholes and kids stuck in the school food freak show called the cafeteria.

My interest and work in the environmental and activist movements (and lots and lots of reading) has led me to this point.  I’ve spent the past year and a half reading, volunteering and learning as much as possible about agriculture and the slow food movement.  Now it’s time to dive fully into this path that is calling to me. And if you know me at all, you know I get inspired, I get motivated and then I go for it.  So here I go.

I packed up all my shit once again and set off on the first step of this food journey — learn how to grow it.

What does this have to do with West Virginia?  Well there happens to be a lovely community of people out here that grow food sustainably and organically on a beautiful 350 acre piece of  property.  I found out about them (the Claymont Community) through this fantastic organization, WWOOF, that has been around for 40 years and provides a way for people to work on organic farms all over the world in exchange for knowledge, food and housing.

So I plan to hop around by WWOOFing, volunteering and apprenticing on rural and urban organic farms throughout the States and South America.  All the specific locations are to be determined, and the amount of time I will be farm-hopping is up in the air. But one thing is certain: I’ll be spending my days barefoot in the grass, with my hands in the soil, soaking in every single experience on this journey — even the hula hooping.

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