First off I have something that is rather upsetting to tell you. Yesterday I talked about Franco, the Italian man who is helping wash the dishes for the restaurant. Franco is a small, thin man who drinks wine all day and is hunched over with balding hair. He is really hysterical and a nice older man. The very upsetting news is that I found out that Franco is two years younger than me. NOW I really feel old.
Mirta (the other wwoofer) and I were laughing so hard we were crying last night reminiscing about our day and all the things that happened. We were especially laughing about how we were going to get to the bathroom during the night. Mirta got the key to the restaurant, so we were prepared. At 1:30am I attempted to use the key. I tried and tried, but the door would not open. I ended up using the great outdoors. I really am concerned about tonight, since it is raining.
Nights on the farm are very noisy. As one of the campers staying on the property put it: “it is like being in a zoo”. Between Farantino the donkey, the rooster, and the dogs, you have noise all night. Poor Farantino is still hoping Nina will come around and like him. Nina is hiding in the barn and won’t come out, although every once in a while she looks out. I think she is teasing Farantino.
Tonight we have a group of 10 young kids in our apartment. It is so noisy. We are hoping they will burn out by midnight. I have not had a shower for two days because we have no bathroom. We were promised that tomorrow we would be back to normal.
Today there were more people than yesterday for lunch; I didn’t think it was possible. We worked nonstop from 8am to 4pm waiting on tables. I really enjoyed talking with the people (if you call using sign language talking). They really enjoyed trying to speak English. Mirta and I are looking for our tips.
The meals are fantastic with 3-5 appetizers, a first course that has two types of pasta, a second course with two types of meat, and a dessert. They only charge 30 Euros for the meal. Not sure how they make any money to run the farm. They all work so very hard, especially the daughters. The daughters have to spend their weekends working on the farm and go to the university during the week. Not a great way to spend all your time while you are in your 20’s. They have a good attitude and don’t seem to mind that they have to come and help.
The puppies are getting so cute. The littlest one is growling; we were laughing at it. Once again it will be hard to leave on Wednesday.
I know I promised to talk about the food today, but had a lot to say. I will put it in tomorrow’s blog.
Ciao for now
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