Muddy Feet and Stinky Cheese

With muddy feet, a bike ride and a last morning spent underneath the goats' butts, I bid goodbye to the farm.

I'm glad I was able to enter into a world I would've never been able to experience otherwise; 'twas the farm life : down and dirty, full of jolly people, animal excrements and fresh cheese.

Now there were just a few jumps, skips and layovers across the little ocean Atlantic before I'd be back in the ol' USA.

And this is where milk comes from...

And this is the joy it brings!

Animal Sounds

moooo

quack quack

beeeeaahhh

oink oink

La Ferme du Petit Changeons

I find myself finally at the farm I was promised. It's beautiful, stinky and I live in a hut. The outdoor kitchen has one working burner that I have to control with a rusty tool. I eat goat cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Besides learning to like cats (the one below seems to pester me the most); I've become well acquainted with goats' utters (which we have to milk everyday at 8 am sharp), a little goat named Zigzag and a troop of piglets. Photos to follow... ! 

Rennes, The Afternoon

Un Road Trip Breton

Lots of hikes through green gold.

Two hours after arriving at the farm I'm WWOOFing at, I was back in transport on a roadtrip through the middle of Brittany. A place rich with culture; a stubborn culture that won't let you escape the fact that you are in BRETAGNE. Crepes, weird slightly celtic music and green farms.

Lots of farm-made food

Pontivy (a little town)

Say no to hamburgers and yes to crepes with butter.

Je Te Dirais 'A La Prochaine', Montpellier

Chère Ma Petite Montpellier,
These last ten months have been amazing with...

The dirty nights at St. Roch Church...

Surprising beauty...

The markets...

Tunisian treats...

And the best of friends...

Now my next part of my adventure sends me WWOOFing at a goat farm in the north of France.
Merci pour tout, a corner of my heart shall always be found here.
Love,
Rebecca