Farm Life.


I am a city-girl. I like Starbucks coffee; I need supermarkets that are open on Sundays; I love shopping and I am thrilled by the daily possibilty of being runover by a tram in the streets. This being said, it might come as a surprise to you if I tell you where I spend the last four weeks….
I was on a farm. You know… an actual farm. With chickens and pumpkins and donkey-poo. And let me tell you another thing: It was the best thing I ever did.
I’m sure you know those days when your wifi spontaniously decides not to work. At first you are annoyed, cursing your network-company whilst trying to reboot the damn receiver, but nothing happens and so you finally decide to let it be, read a book instead, drink a cup of tea, meet friends in real life and find yourself actually enjoying being offline.
That is exactly how it felt like to work at the Vida Pura Farm in Odeceixe, a tiny place next to the Portuguese sea.

Granted, it took a while to get used to the quiet, the absence of facebook and the fact that I was not allowed to use my hairdryer (the whole farm runs on solar energy and a hairdryer actually needs A LOT of power.)
But after only a couple of days I settled in and enjoyed being offline. I spend my days working in the garden, I learnt how to chop wood and how to cook soup, I felt the simple joy of walking through the woods with a dog beside me, gently stroking my leg every now and again… but most of all I remembered how it felt like to be with myself. Just me, myself and I.



Of course I wasn’t alone though.
I was with a group of ten people from all over Europe, everyone with their own background, their own story, their own reason for coming here. My reason was a rather simple one: I wanted to get away. With christmas just around the corner, I suddenly realised that I had to start making plans, yet again, on how I want to spend the following year. Money, responsiblity, the future… all those terrible monsters suddenly showed up on the radar again.
I wanted peace and quiet to regain my strength and fight those monsters. What I got, however, was so much more: I remembered how little I actually need to be happy.
I need simple food, I need a good coffee, a comfy bed, I need honest people around me, I need to be outside, I need to dream and I need to laugh. A lot.


I got all of this for free in exchange for a few hours of honest work a day. And another amazing, yet totally unexpected thing happened on the farm: I made a friend. For all of that I am grateful.
I know that a lot of people are running around in busy streets, thrilled by the daily possibility of being runover by a tram, believing they need a lot more in order to be happy.
So, if you think you might be one of them – like I did – I highly recommend you run away from the monsters, reboot your life and be surprised by what is out there. I know I was.




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Gesa Neitzel

Hallo! Schön, dass du da bist. Ich bin Gesa aus Berlin und mir gehört der Laden. Hier erzähle ich von meinen Reisen um die Welt und immer auch ein Stück mehr zu mir selbst.

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