Day #2 from Challenge #1: 30 days of animals. Check it out here. This is my favorite petit agneau on the sheep farm I am currently WWOOFing at. I name him moo moo. His mum doesn't produce any milk for him, so I feed him and his friend twice a day from a bottle. When …
30 days of Animals
Today I watched as a farmer stirred his tea with a giant cheese knife the size of his head at the market. On the subject of sharp stuff, today I embark on the first 30 day challenge on chapstick (this blog) and I invite you to join me. Doing what? Sharpening our drawing skills! The challenge: Every …
An Old Man and a Candle
Working at the Llama I lived in constant fear of a few things. First, that my dress was see-through. Quite rational fear, I believe. Especially when you forget to pack a bra and have to make a makeshift one out of scotch tape in the bathroom. Second, that I would not recognize an important person …
Week 1: Surviving on Sheep Farm in France
My first word was “bouteille,” French for bottle. Every night, or rather, multiple times per day, my French mother would fill up bottles full of soy milk for me to drink (this being, of course, before research was done potentially linking excessive soy milk consumption to breast cancer and a slower mind). It’s okay, I …
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The Norwegian Air Shuttle to the Twilight Zone
A balding man with a long ginger(ish) beard sits next to his Russian wife who is twice his height. They are conversing with a blond woman and her mother, who sports a leopard print t-shirt. “This must be a hoax,” the bearded man says, slight amusement in his voice. Beyond them stand 400 exhausted passengers …
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A Night at The Llama
Imagine, me-- a wee hostess at an up and coming hip and expensive restaurant. Let’s call it, “The Llama,” with one Michelin Star and a bunch of really intimidating (but nice) food and wine geniuses. Never having any experience at a restaurant, I came in all dreamy-eyed, scratching this romantic itch of working in the …
how to live up to your word (be like the fitness ads, just do it)
Welcome. My name is Lily and I am self-contractually obligated to write this blog. Why? Because I said I would do it. I told myself I would. I told my friends I would. I even sent a bunch of different logos to a bunch of different friends. And as it often goes, moments after telling …
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