one day left..

Gotta go kayaking the river today in my last attempt to work on my gringa tan and spaghetti string arms before take off. Before I bike down there I'll probably stop by the WholeFoods for one last farwell. I remember the first time I ever went there, it was when I first moved here and had no idea what it was. I just had this intense craving for orange juice so I asked someone where the store was and they pointed that-a-way.. Where I come from, people will drive 45minutes just to buy cheese-puffs at the Wal-Mart and eat dinner at the Olive Garden. This is why I felt my chest doing jumpingjacks when I walked in the posh Astrodome of grocery stores-- WholeFoods.. I remember thinking, "Gee whizz! the strawberries look like strawberries!" and "Holy Cow! the apples taste like apples!" I literally had an orgasm in the produce section.

While in South America I plan on doing something called World Wild Opportunities on Organic Farms (WWOOF). How it works is that you register with whatever country you would like to WWOOF. You pay a small membership fee and they send you a detailed description of all the farms in that area looking for assitance. There is usually no paid positions at these WWOOF farms because it is more of a volunteer program created for people who have the desire to learn first-hand about organic farming & sustainable living. Room and board is covered, however. When I lived in my car and traveled the States for about a month or so with my good friend Dana, we had the privilege to meet several WWOOFers. We stayed in this great CO-OP filled with the loveliest folks in Omaha, Nebraska who were former AmeriCorps volunteers and future WWOOFers. That was where I first heard of WWOOFing and knew that I needed to keep that information tucked away for future opportunities, and now here it is. Chile is where I'll be WWOOFing as well as helping out at a vineyard! It will be hard work but gratifying work. I can't wait to have a glass of wine at the end of the day and be able to say, "Hey! I was the one who picked those grapes".

Alright, enough of this typing stuff-- it is onward bound to the river to get one last glimpse of this beautiful town and a little color on my pastel legs.