Sella, Spain
Sitting on the grass outside the wwoofers' shack in the mid-afternoon sunshine. Seeking shade, I've positioned myself half in a bush. The heat is intense for someone accustomed to the grey gloom of Ireland.
Three days since arrival. Spirits are a little higher after overcoming an unwelcome greeting from the hosts. The first clue of their attitude came when they collected Mark and me from the bus station - over an hour later than arranged.
No worries, I thought. However, my doubts only grew when we eventually arrived at the farm. Ushered into the kitchen, we were greeted with blank stares from the other wwoofers and borderline hostility from the husband of the host couple. What's going on?!
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