My time at Hof Schwarzes Moor has too quickly come to an end. Today I’m at La Chevrerie, a goat farm a few kilometers away from HSM run by a woman named Angela. I’ll be here for a few days - until next Thursday when I’m off to France. I hope to learn a bit […]

I wake up shortly before eight and roll out of bed. I get dressed and step out of the door into the thick fog that rose overnight from the moor. After a breakfast of tea and muesli (yes, I am a granola eating hippie, why do you ask?) I make my way around the house […]

So somehow I actually managed to make it, safe and sound. I should really figure out what to write, since time is ticking steadily away on my half hour of electricity. I guess they don’t mind having to reinstall every once in a while, since the way the hostel regulates computer use is with a […]