My view from bedroom at Wwoof farm

Sardinia.... the beautiful beaches, the interesting characters

There are no amount of pictures I can take that will capture the beauty in this place. The only hope I have is write the memories down before they escape my mind. A mind so lost in translation it spills over with new found knowledge of a culture unknown to my own.

Daniel and I began our next chapter of the journey working on a farm through an organization called Wwoof (World Wide Organic Farming Organization.)We ended up on a farm just 50km east of Cagliari in Sardinia. The Italian island of Sradinia is home to approimately 1.6 million people. The farm owner Enrico, who hosted us for our three week stay near the little villiage of San Priamo was born and raised in Sardinia and so came full of the best local knowledge available. Enrico has a group of vacation villas he built on the farm and he let us stay in one of the houses that was not being rented, and brought us groceries in exchange for our work on the farm.

Of course the formentioned is only what is owed to you when you wwoof but we were far luckier than just any ordinary wwoofers in this case. Our host not only gave us a beautiful home to live in, he took us to the beach when ever he could if we could not bike, bought us the best local Sardinian wine, cheeses, brought us hiking or into the city on weekends, and showed us the best historical sights Sardinia had to offer. We spent quite a bit of time with him, and will be forever greatful to his warm extra generosity towards us.

Wwoofing work on the farm included many odd jobs such as:

Pruning olive trees, clearing trees on the land for firewood, clearing feilds of rocks, weeding, trimming vines, picking fruit, olives, veggies, and ocassionally house hold chores like mending furniture, and painting.

Work would go anywhere from two hours to four and a half hours max per day for four days a week usually. After work we would make lunch and go to the beach, hike, explore or relax.

In Roma with "The Germans" and "Where's Waldo?"

Yoga in the park in Roma

New friends..

By the second half of my first week in Roma I had made a couple friends:" The German girls" as we like to call them. The German girls were also couchsurfing with my host for part of the time I spent there. After their arrival to my Roman host's house I ended up giving them tips on the neighborhood, internet, cafe's, the no- hot water situation, and non-running toilets etc.! We all had a laugh about our "camping environment, and made the best time there regardless.

The Germans invited me to sightsee along with them around Roma, and after spending many days already walking the streets alone I jumped at the chance for some travel companions.

The three of us girls were completely unseperable from that moment on during our time in Roma. I will never forget them, and I am simply ecstatic they have invited Daniel and I to stay with them when we make it to Germany in November.

It was easy to leave them knowing I would see them again in another month or so but now

I can only await our reunion with a mix of emotions. Ecstatic to spend time together again, and saddedned by the thought of saying a "real goodbye" and never knowing if we will see each other again.

Oh mama mia!.....The joys and sadness of friendships.

"The Hole Of Rome"

One of my Italian host's took me to see what Romans call "Buco Di Roma" or in english terms "The hole of Rome." The camera does not capture nearly a fraction of what the eye can see when you look through this tiny whole overlooking all of Rome but hopefully this helps your imagination run away. If you look hard you can see St Peter's through the light at the end of the tunnel.

This particular place is not so much a tourist attraction but mostly only known by the locals. It's a little hard to find, and you won't find many people around. It was my favorite thing to see in all of Roma.

Romans and scooters are not for the faint of heart

Rome by way of scooter is the only way

Italian wine festival

Needed a salad for lunch and some Italian gelato too!

Made it to Italy!

I flew into Rome yesterday afternoon with a new friend from U.S. who currently lives in Rome and happened to also be in Paris while I was there. When we got out of the airport we stopped for some real Italian Pizza at a Pizza Rustica (A cheap pizza shop that sells pizza by the weight\or slice) .....Una vera bontà!
As soon as we parted I headed for my Couch surfing hosts house via way of trolley car. My host welcomed me into his home and we chatted away about marketing, business, and traveling until his friends came and drove us out of the city to a huge festival. It was similar to Mardi Gras(drunks everywhere) in the US but everything was very cheap. We had the most delicious pasta for dinner I have ever eaten. The wine at this particualr festival was cheap and not good at all. My new Italian friends all agreed that I must try real Italian wine while I am here.
At this moment I am sitting in an internet spot using their computers and Im about to start my day exploring Rome by myself until I meet in the evening with my couch surfing host.

My host promised to help me get my phone set up this evening, and to show me Rome by night!
Ciao!!

I have lots of photos already but these computers will not accept the card..so stay tuned for those.

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Eiffel at night is best

New Friends

Le Louvre

Au revoir to Paris

Seine sunset

I apologize for not updating sooner:)

My week in Paris only got better as it went along. By Wednesday I was ready for some fun, and happy to be settling in somewhere new. I met my second couchsurfing host "C" and stayed through the rest of the week. Tomorrow morning I am off to Rome.

During my week here in Paris I made many new friends, learned how to ride the Paris metro (pretty well I'd say after getting lost for hours), and I now can speak enough french to get by on my own.

Just a small glimpse at some of my week for you to see.

Palace Of Versaillies gardens