Being at a new farm and in a new place has essentially reset our internal calendars. At dinner tonight with the other WWOOFers (prepared by an American WWOOFer who is a chef in California), we talked about when the vacation feeling of traveling disappears and a sense of permanency develops in its place. While I don't necessarily feel like I am on vacation still, moving on to a new place every week or two keeps traveling fresh, and prevents any place from becoming too comfortable or stagnant.
So far, we have trimmed lemon balm, made and replanted cuttings of lavender, weeded various familiar and foreign plants, and harvested lemon thyme. At our break every day we have tea made of herbs from the farm, bread bought fresh daily, and homemade quince jelly and tomato jam (very good, much to my surprise).
We picnicked on a ledge that overlooks Setúbal, the peninsula across the bay (Troia), and a small town to the west and the Atlantic. Here's Troia:
The abandoned building next to where we picnicked:
To get home, we passed my favorite strip of Setúbal, the docks packed with colorful fishing boats:
Photos all by Brendan.
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