The Marx Brothers, Cirque du Soleil, Woody Allen, apple crisp, and reggae. That’s what I’m becoming accustomed to. That is what these three boys with whom I reside are into. I consider it quite the cultural education. In fact, Cirque in conjunction with the recurrence of semi-insomnia has me stretching extensively again. I feel inspired for all sorts of things, and I quite miss both ballet and my slackline. But simply stretching again feels really good and will suffice temporarily. I hope this explosion of creativity doesn’t fade by the time I return to the US.
Last week Tobias handed small pieces of chocolate to Olivia and myself. Meanwhile, a jug of Vermont maple syrup (courtesy of Olivia) sits promisingly on the table. I commented on the fact that is was Swiss chocolate. ‘Yeah’, says Tobias, ‘from a Wwoofer – what did you bring?’ my instantaneous reply was ‘sunshine’. Jokingly. But really, what is more Floridian? Oranges and tacky gifts, perhaps. But I doubted the oranges would pass customs, and tacky gifts are against my honor. Anyways, despite my clearly jesting intentions, that statement has proven unfortunately true. The sun has been persistent, and the heat, at least in the polytunnels, is the essence of misery. Olivia has acquired a slight sunburn. In Ireland. Who knew?! And here I thought I was escaping oppressive heat (my grandma is so impressed with that term that I’ve coined: ‘oppressive heat’. She uses it as often as possible. This one is for her). So much for being the weather goddess of Ireland, sheesh! Fortunately the cold, grey, rainy weather is expected to return soon.
Mostly I’ve been spending my time gardening, but this past week I did get to assist with making both bath milk and pesto. There is a lot of harvesting and packaging to be done for the weekend markets. I haven’t been yet, but next week I am meant to go along at least to Limerick. My official, consistent duties are caring for the chickens and the coriander. Everything else is subject to change.
My weekends have lacked the motivation for proper exploring, but both Olivia and myself are ready to seek adventure from now on. We’ve done just a bit of exploring the area by foot.
Finian baked a chocolate beetroot cake for us. Yes, you read that correctly. Not only that, but he gave us each spoonfuls of batter while he was preparing it. What a lovely boy! It was a wonderfully moist and chocolatey concoction which we enjoyed over…Cirque Du Soleil! I have extended a permanent invitation for Finian to become a guest or resident baker at my bed & breakfast/cafe/whatever.
Great news! I will almost certainly, likely, probably, maybe (hopefully) not be deported during this six month trip! I’ve finally been able to find a definitive, non-confusing, non-contradictory answer to what exactly the rules are, and it seems as though everything is planned out pretty perfectly as far as the law is concerned. So that’s, you know, anxiety-allaying. Here’s to hoping it actually holds true.