While most days during my workaway have been pretty consistent (that is, consistently weeding, weeding, with a little bit of other odd jobs thrown in), there have definitely been a few highlights. For the past two weeks, those have been Thursdays. . . .
I'm constantly impressed with how photogenic this place is—meaning, the little vineyard where I've been spending the month in central Chile. In the north, Chile is incredibly dry. I mean, there is nothing. No scrub, no scattered patches of dried grass, but long stretches of open road with nothing . . .
It's officially been one week since Tim and I began our workaway on a small organic vineyard in Central Chile. Here's the overview so far: Hard work is hard, but rewarding I think it's a fantasy ideal: toiling all day in the heat in some romantic setting. There's a sense of purity to pushing your . . .
Even though it's only my third day of working, fourth day here overall, I feel like a routine is already beginning to form. It goes like this: Wake up, work, lunch, work, edit and write, supper, clean, TV, write, sleep. Being in a routine has always driven me crazy. I get caught up in always . . .
I dreamt last night of going back to my high school and being unable to recall my locker combination. These dreams are always frustrating because they bring back the days of trying to remember my combination after a long break from school. Honestly, combination locks still give me that sense of . . .