(Image credit: Ariel Knutson)
I am a self-described wimp with a capital “W.” Sure, my relatives in Minnesota are farmers, and the Montessori school that I attended until high school required all the kids to help out on the school’s farm every couple months, but these things didn’t instill in me any kind of physical skill required to be actually helpful. I am definitely more of the reading type — or “decoration,” as my brothers liked to tease me.
At the same time, I enjoy seeking out uncomfortable situations. As weird as it sounds, I like being scared. That’s why, when I graduated college six years ago, I decided to go WWOOFing.
WWOOF, which stands for “World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farming,” is an organization that pairs organic farmers all over the world with volunteers. The volunteers are responsible for their plane ticket, but room and board is covered.
For someone who has lived in some city or another my entire life, WWOOFing seemed like the perfect fit for an uncomfortable experience: It was cheap, outside my comfort zone, and involved travel. So, I bought a one-way ticket to Greece.
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