I left the farm in the French Pyrenees this morning and am en route to Nice to meet my friend Sarah for our whirlwind “Brooklyn Does Baguettes” tour of the Riviera. I just walked down to the Vieux Port in Marseille to see a bit of the city before dark and grabbed some Vietnamese spring … Continue reading »

In typical last minute style, I sent a bunch of emails to WWOOF farms in the French Pyrenees a week prior to my impending arrival. My hope was that I’d find a spot to work the week between San Sebastian and Nice, where I am meeting my friends Beth and Sarah for our “Brooklyn Does … Continue reading »

When I had finished hoeing my first morning in the garden high above the cabin, John yelled up and asked me to untie the dogs and bring them down with me. Kali headed back to her doghouse and dragged what I thought was a chew toy out from the back wall. Upon closer inspection, I … Continue reading »

Each place setting was adorned with two small envelopes. One read, “150 min…rebel!” and printed on the note card inside, “150 minutes to feel embarassed, flustered, fed up. 150 minutes of suffering.The other card read, “15o min…submit!” and printed on the note card inside, “150 minutes to feel, imagine, reminisce, discover. 150 minutes to contemplate.” … Continue reading »

I’ve been sitting at my computer for too long, unable to write. Am I lacking motivation because I haven’t yet shaken the food coma that seemed to take hold of me the second I walked into my first pintxo bar? Or maybe writing about the outlandish sums of money that I just spent on food … Continue reading »

I have some catching up to do. I left the farm a couple of days ago, spent two nights in beautiful Sevilla, and flew back to Barcelona yesterday. In an hour, Lee and Lauren and a couple of their friends and I are piling into Lauren’s car and heading to San Sebastian. Lauren booked a … Continue reading »