Our first few days in the Big Island, were quite a change from the city life New York offered just less than a week. Volunteering at an Organic farm in Hawaii was exactly the alternative we were looking for, and our first pick, an Israeli land owner / yoga instructor, was supposed to be it for us.
Both Danielle and I have missed working with our hands. Cutting, building, touching the land so frequently that we’re reminded again, human beings and nature is really one.
We love having an outdoor shower, and being able to use it at any time of the day without ever being afraid it’ll get too cold. Or picking our food straight from the source, a luxury diet we intend on turning to our new norm. Or the proximity to the beach, where warm ocean currents allows you to go in shirtless even in “dead winter” months. A privilege most people living in the northern hemisphere simply don’t have.
Though the setting was perfect and the conditions were fine, it still didn’t felt like it was the best place for us.
And so after only 3 days at the farm, we decided to move on.
Following our intuition (and a strong faith in humanity to pick up 2 hitchhikers trying to cross the entire island), we continued to our next stop.