It’s a sweat pants kind of night 😅

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It’s a sweat pants kind of night 😅
January 5 2020
In Christchurch, we stayed with a lovely family near the beach. We worked for them, four hours a day, in exchange for sharing all of their three meals with them and having a bedroom to stay in! Most of the help they needed was cleaning their deck and then pulling it up in order to put a new pool liner in. Though sometimes we’d garden which I love. It was really wonderful to be there, it was about a week. They were so kind and so helpful. They had an adorable 1 and a half year old that was very playful and expressive. Every morning we would wake and make oatmeal, then begin our work. Most days were sunny. We listened to podcasts and books and sometimes the 60s playlist I had been creating. It was really nice to have a routine. Often we’d drive into the city in the afternoon or near the beach. There were lots of little books to explore. Jonah and I love Indian food, and all along our New Zealand road trip we tried different Indian restaurants, and they were all so good. There was a really nice one near our host’s house that we could walk to. Often in the evening I’d do yoga in the living room in front of the huge sunny windows, and then journal and blog. It was such a release to have a solid place to reside of a week, after living in the van on the road so much. I was so productive, and felt so healthy. I feel like it was the ideal buffer between leaving New Zealand after almost three months and beginning our travels in Thailand. I’m so grateful that we landed a job with such an amazing and welcoming family. It was a very relaxed and light environment.
its not that killing GAY characters is the right thing to do.. its that we understand why max killed two characters. gay or straight or whatever. basically everyone in wendimoor has been killed. its not about panto and silas being gay.
I hate to seem rude and you’re, of course, entitled to however you interpreted Max’s intentions but I genuinely am too exhausted to get into fights about this.
The whole incident just has me down and I’m attempting to avoid conflict. I know making a post about it hardly helps but I was purely venting my woes and didn’t even tag it. I wasn’t there to start drama about it; it’s just how I feel.
Max as a writer directed how the characters were treated and how their separate stories ended for them. While it was the inevitable fate of the Wendimoor citizens, it’s just coincidental that the gay couple were part of that group? I don’t think Max set out to do this specifically out of hate but even he should be aware how insensitive it was following the bury your gays trope.
He conducts the story, the characters, the deaths. Making them citizens of Wendimoor pinned down their fate from the start and he knew that.
I would appreciate not receiving any further asks or messages about this.
i’m having tough, conflicting feelings because no place i’ve applied to feels right. i can’t quite explain this. it doesn’t feel like a place of comfort, but more like there’s this feeling of slight dissonance creeping in, and it makes me uncomfortable. i want to choose a place that feels warm inside. that doesn’t mean it won’t be different, or not a challenge, but i want to find a place to work where i sense warmth and comfort and a soft joy in it rather than trying to convince myself subconsciously that it’d be fun.
Today we are going to feed the trees. We will use around 130 kg of compost.
On the way to Wambo Wind Farm. 3hrs in an have only hit Toowoomba. Only 3hrs to go…
What is Workaway? Our Experience Volunteering at a Bed and Breakfast in San Rafael, Argentina
What is Workaway?
Some of our most memorable travel experiences have been those where we’ve volunteered through the website workaway.info. Workaway has provided us with truly immersive cultural exchanges and has also allowed us to learn some new skills. On the workaway website you can search by country, city, or type of work to find volunteer opportunities that interest you. This can include anything from working on a farm, helping a family to learn English, taking care of animals, building eco-hotels; the opportunities are endless. The workaway host provides free accommodation in exchange for a couple hours of work each day. It’s an affordable way to travel the world and an intimate way to learn about a new culture. You can volunteer for days, weeks, or months depending on the availability of the host. Though you begin the workaway as a volunteer you often leave feeling more like family.
Volunteering at a Bed and Breakfast in San Rafael, Argentina
Through workaway we’ve had the privilege to be treated as a guests in locals homes. Our most recent workaway experience took us to the outskirts of San Rafael, a small town in Argentina. Driving out of the city center of San Rafael the buildings giveaway to dusty fincas (or farms). Some fincas are still functioning, but many are in varying levels of disrepair. This is due to the harsh climate; the land is difficulty to cultivate and care for because of the lack of water and dry conditions. Sadly, many fincas here remain desperately on the market for years at the expense of the owner’s pocket.
The Host
Our host, the owner of the bed and breakfast, was an incredibly friendly British-Argentine gentleman. He embodied hospitality with his animated, witty personality and welcoming and generous nature. We felt comfortable right away as he chatted with us on the ride to the property. He showed us to our modest simple room, which met our needs. He had an easy-going outlook on the requirements of our stay and emphasized that the work was never too strenuous and that siesta was an every day occurrence.
The Bed and Breakfast
The grandparents of our host moved from Britain to San Rafael at the turn of the 20th century. They sought a more affordable lifestyle and a dry climate to help with the symptoms of asthma. They purchased an ambitious 80 hectares of farm land complete with a farm house built by a German architect. Our host was born and raised in Argentina and while fluent in Spanish, retained his English. After moving between continents our host ultimately ended up back in the country of his birth, settling in his grandparent’s old farm house with his brother. The duo kept us quite entertained with their sparring and sarcastic British humor. The 80 hectares proved too cumbersome for him to maintain and irrigate so the host choose to focus his energy on converting the aging palatial farm house into a bed and breakfast instead.
The home was rustic and tastefully cluttered with what we would call ‘vintage furniture’ and ‘antiques’ but are actual artifacts from his grandparents who at one time a lived a life of luxury in Argentina. The high ceilings with intricate paneling helped to regulate the temperature and kept the inside remarkably cool. Breezy hallways led to five grand guest bedrooms. Two horses and four friendly dogs roamed freely adding to the country feel of the property.
The Work
We tried to wake up early each morning to walk the grounds before the hustle and bustle of the day. The four dogs excitedly accompanied us on our daily walks. We’d loop around the property and pass by the abandon plots of land and a plot of Malbec grapes, the only plot our host had been able to sell off. We were able to sample the grapes straight some the vines. Surprisingly the dogs sampled a few too. Apparently when the grapes are at their ripest the sweetness even attracts dogs.
We found waking up early to be increasingly challenging because of the late nights and dinners, as is characteristic of Argentine culture. Each morning we’d stop by to see the horses and give them a pat or feed them composted scraps from the evening before. The pace of the day picked up as the guests began to wake up, so we’d set the tables and prepare breakfast in a frenetic scramble. Throughout the day we’d do a mix of daily chores- help wash and hang laundry, wash dishes, clean and prepare rooms, maintain the pool, sweep the floors or mow the lawn. During the midday siesta we spent a few hours relaxing and found some nice shaded spots to practice yoga. In the evenings we started a fire in the fire pit to provide hot water for guests evening showers.
The Experience
Not only did we get to know our host, but we made friends with guests as well, most of whom were from Buenos Aires and seeking a reprieve from the big city. Our host made sure we were well fed and we were always invited to join for lunch and dinner. We took part in family style meals with guests and leisurely lunches, one particularly unhurriedly lunch not ending until 5pm. Meals were always a boisterous affair as the farmhouse table filled with guests- friends of the host, family members, guests at the bed and breakfast and neighbors.
We were honored to be invited to an asado thrown by a couple of guests staying at the property. As is proper for any residence in Argentina, the yard was fitted with an outdoor covered patio with parilla (open grill) specifically for asado. Asado is more than a barbeque it’s an art form. The asador (person manning the grill) tends to the meat and restocks the smoldering coals with meticulous devotion. The food sets the pace for the evening as the meat is served in courses. The best cuts of meat are saved for last. While the meat is that star of the show, the social element is just as important. Everyone chats and snacks on picadas and wine while awaiting each course. The meat is cooked low and slow for hours and the asado carried on past 12pm.
At the bed and breakfast, simplicity is valued over efficiency. People lingered over meals as meals were the “event” of the day. Meals were a time to unplug, converse and connect. Spending time conversing with the guests provided interesting insight into Argentine culture. From these conversations we learned that many Argentines still feel very connected to their European heritage. A portion of the population hold second passports and citizenships in Spain and Italy. The acquisition of the European passport is largely fueled by financial insecurity created by rampant inflation in Argentina.
Inflation plagues the minds of and is a chronic stressor for most Argentinians. This has resulted in a “brain drain”as many educated in Argentina leave the country seeking financial security elsewhere. What’s interesting, however, is that despite major financial uncertainty, there is a lack of consumer debt. In the states we have a tendency to spend above our means, take out loans, and over use credit cards. But here people pay for their homes in cash and live by a mindset of only buying what they can afford. Of course, with an unreliable banking system and economy, interest is hard to determine because of the fluctuating value of the currency.
We left the workaway with a deeper understanding and respect for Aregentine culture and an emotional connection to the country and its people.