We spent two weeks volunteering on a small farm in the mountains around Olmué (a village outside of Santiago). The owner had built the house himself, learning about the process while he went along. His aim, as he frequently told us, is to become self-sufficient and live ‘outside the system’.
Oh yeah, we didn’t have Internet.
After a tough first morning learning the ropes, the rest of the two weeks were spent house-sitting while the owner worked with his wife at their pizzeria in town.
It’s an indication of how social media has become ingrained in my life that I automatically began formulating facebook status updates, knowing full well I couldn’t post them. Instead they became a sort of distilled journal about life on the farm.
Things I learned today: 1. Hand-making wine involves A LOT OF wasps 2. I’m not allergic to wasp stings
Disconcertingly woken in the night by second earthquake in as many days: 6.3 causes no damage, but does rattle the house quite a bit.
Limited ingredients mean I have to be more ‘creative’: beet root fried rice, anyone?
Must remember not to walk near the goats unless it’s feeding time – they headbutt the door so violently I’m afraid they’ll break it.
No matter how many times you rinse old wine bottles with water and grit, at a certain point you have to agree any leftover residue will be a ‘flavour enhancer’.
Home-made wine is starting to taste like home-made vinegar.
Figured out how to play DVDs! Paul Giamatti double bill with Win Win and Barney’s Version. The rest are trashy action movies.
After a week in the wilderness, we went into town today. So happy to see fresh veg, email, beer (in that order)!!!
Jon just found a huge, half-dead spider…in his trousers…the ones he’s wearing.
Water pump broken. If it comes down to it, it’s us over the animals.
Water pump fixed. Turns out it just wasn’t plugged in.
Mist surrounds the farm and rain drips everywhere; we’re living inside a cloud!
You know it’s cold when you can see your breath inside the house and water stays icy even though it’s been out of the fridge for hours.
Seeing the dogs eat horse shit and slobber all over each other reminds me why I’ve never been a dog person.
Saw a guy who walks around town espousing on politics; he believes he’s the real president of Chile, and the other is an imposter.
Volunteering arranged through WorkAway.