Oui-uh Oui-uh...non!

Ah the life of a french farmer, not really a terrible thing if you ask me. How would I know, you ask? Oh well I've been spênding the past week on a farm in France, (click here to see the farm) and its been amazing. I have alwaysz been the kind of person to enjoy getting my hands dirty, maybe thats why I love to paint and cook. Now of course you can add farming to that list. Its been wonderfuly impossible to find words to describe all the beauty that still exists in this really huge world. When I have visited Montana or Wyoming, I have seen the big skies that have called to the endless hearts and souls of cowboys and cowgirls with their endless tracks of clouds, but yet, there is something petite about their grandure, because you know that just down the road is a Mcdonalds or a KMART. It is hard to say whether those same cowboys who've spent their lives dedicated to the ways of a harmonious existance close to the ground would be proud of those commercial ventures that are taking up so much of their precious land. However, that is the cost of living in a country such as ours, with its wonders come tradjeties (spelled wrong. The same thing is happening here in France and the Roman holiday/La Vie en Rose sort of life I was expecting to find has now been replaced with Would You Date My Mom dubbed over in French, and the Le M. Its funny too because the French are so proud of their culture, but its kinda hard, I think, to declare originality when your skin tight jeans are sagging down to your knees and your emo-haircut is slowly drooping to one side of your face. With a baguette in one hand and a Mcdonalds shake in the other, its a confusing time for everyone thats for sure. BUT ENOUGH of complaining there is plenty of beauty to go around, and spending time on a farm is something I would recommend to everyone who is in search of a little more then just a typical vacation.

I have been picking, and ho-ing (not that kind) and fishing in lakes boiling with trout, (see picture below of the trout I cooked and caught!) But its a choice of a lifetime, I think, I can say that a certain amount of sentiment has crawled its way into my synical and sarcastic brain. Because to look up from your mower or spade or other sort and see the clouds of southwestern france floating over head, it is hard to long for civilization. The life is simple here, there is no capitalism. For 4 euros you can buy yourself a KILO of white aspargus as thick as your wrist, and they only charge what they need! Needless to say the whole experience has changed me for the better I think, making me more aware of my surroundings and to be more careful of how I think of my food and from where it comes!


I will update this again soon, I love you all.

Bon Journee