WWOOF, WWOOFing, WWOOFers, voluntariados en eco-granjas
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WWOOF, WWOOFing, WWOOFers, voluntariados en eco-granjas
¿Alguien ha estado de wwoofer (voluntario) en alguna granja ecológica? Me gustaría saber experiencias de la gente, si les ha ido bien, qué cosas interesantes han aprendido, si han tenido problemas, ...
Todo lo que se cuente será útil para quien se quiera animar y ande algo perdido ...
En la granja, aparte de haber huertas y árboles frutales, hay un gallinero y un par de caballos. La piscina sirve, aparte de para nadar (sin ropa el que quiere), para mantener húmedos los plantones que se van trasplantando a las huertas. Hay un obrador donde se hacen pan, pizza y dulces ecológicos. En ese mismo edificio está el comedor, la sala, habitaciones, una biblioteca y una especie de gimnasio para hacer yoga, etc. Al lado hay otro edificio con un escenario y barra (tipo bar). Además sirve de almacén de ropa usada y de semillas de cultivos tradicionales de la zona. También hay un ordenador con Linux.
La granja sirve de lugar de encuentro, tanto para amigos alternativos de la comarca, como para asociaciones sociales, ambientales, etc. (para cursos, etc.) Algunos vecinos van a ayudar al obrador y a cambio se llevan algo de pan y dulces. En la misma línea de intercambio de necesidades o favores, en la finca también se guardan otros objetos usados como motos, etc.
En el escenario a veces hay baile, conciertos de música, teatro, .... Por la finca hay caravanas. En algunas vive gente peculiar ... También hay un almacén grande donde se muele el grano, ... El baño es ecológico. Hay lavadora. Bastante comida se compra fuera y no suele ser ecológica. El dueño vive en casa aparte en la misma finca.
Me ha parecido de especial interés el último comentario a fecha de hoy. Lo copio aquí:
Hola Gente. Yo estuve 3 meses de wwoofer en Argentina y hubo mas malo que bueno.
Llegue a Cordoba (Argentina) a una supuesta granja en el Valle de Calamuchita a 12km aproximados de Villa General Velgrano muy bonito por cierto,es una finca de 2000 hectareas inmensa,y nada de granja o agricultura organica es un complejo de cabañas para alquilar a la gente muy pudiente por lo que cobran por dia.La direccion es:info@estancialascañitas.com.Yo trabajaba todos los dias de 7 de la mañana a 1 medio dia y de 3 a 8 de la tarde y ademas en mi tiempo libre por la noche un tal carlos el encargado me decia de hacer la ronda de fuego,consiste en encender los fuegos de 9 cabañas a 2 chimeneas x cabaña,para que los clientes no tuvieran que molestarse.Alli no existia nada de huerta eso si tienen barias hectarias de viñedos nada ecologicos.Me hicieron dormir en una casucha sin agua caliente,la bañera era de obra a la cual estaba forrada con 12 baldosas y la mitad rotas con la posibilidad de cortarte un pie,dentro de la casucha estubo viviendo unos bolibianos donde cocinaban con fuego imaginaros como estaba por dentro todo negro de humo y el olor,no tenia ni siquiera un mal armario donde dejar la ropa solo 2 camas a cual mas sucia.Al dia siguiente hable con el encargado y me miro con cara como diciendo que esperabas!!me dijo que limpiara la casa y que poco a poco se arreglaria,yo le consteste que debajo de un puente se vive con mas dignidad y que sino tienen una habitacion como dice wwoof habitable yo me marchaba al momento.Me cambiaron a otra habitacion donde almenos tenia agua caliente el suelo con sus valdosas y armario.Es lo minimo si imbitas a alguien a tu casa y trabajando tantas horas.La comida mejor ni contar,a base de sopa de sobre la mayoria de los dias y la carne tenian una bola congelada de 3kilos de vete a saber cuando que descongelaban y la volbian a congelar.El agua que se bebia no era potable y me decian que era aconsejable hervir antes de consumir.Un dia se le escapo al encargado que los anteriores wwoofer se quejaron al dueño de la finca por el trato rrecibido y que el no lo entendia.En mi vida pase mas hambre y sed,despues de aguantar las bromas que te hacian con los gallegos= españoles.En difinitiva no aconsejo este lugar a nadie ya que tambien lo denuncie en WWOOFARGENTINA. Nunca tragueis por lo que os den ya que se comprometen en darte alojamiento en condiciones y comida ,no sopa de sobre. Despues marche a OVERA MISIONNES en chacra SUIZA,La dueña una persona increible de amable y por su edad una fuente de conoimiento sin limite en lo rreferente a permacultura sin ella saberlo.Tiene bacas y una hermosa huerta que cuida con cariño,ella elabora:queso,mantequilla,mermeladas,pan,etc no podeis imaginar el sabor de todo lo que comi en su casa,nada que ver al otro sitio que estuve.Es una persona autosuficiente asta el nivel de que ella generaba su propio gas con el estiercol de las bacas.Alli pude ver con mis propios ojos todo el proceso que se necesita para tener un gasogeno y alimentar de gas a una vivienda.Los fines de semana saliamos de turismo ellos me enseñaron sitios de Misiones virgenes con su selva subtropical.Les doy gracias porque me trataron como un familiar que no veian hace tiempo y es dificil olvidar esta experiencia.Despues de Misiones marche a San Andres de Giles en Buenos Aires otra supuesta granja.Esto era algo parecido a Cordoba se anuncian diciendo una cosa en wwoof y luego resulta que es un restaurante en mitad del campo donde estas limpiando el terreno cotinuamente para los clientes del restaurante,Si tenian una pequeña casa para los wwoofer y el dia que llegue habia una chica canadiense y un chico americano,me comento el dueño que a la tarde llegaban 2 españolas mas y yo no sabia donde coño entraria tanta gente para dormir ya que solo tenian 3 camas.Al final ellas dormian juntas en la misma cama y yo en una cama que se sacaba del suelo,bueno mas o menos nos apañamos. La sorpresa fue al dia siguiente en el desayuno 5 personas y un paquete de mini galletas de 70 gramos agua cliente para mate y para de contar.yo me quede miarndo las caras de las 2 amigas vascas que tambien me miraban con cara de sorpresa,yo no me pude aguantar y rompi a rreir eran las 7`30 de la mañana y no se comia hasta la 1`30. Al medio dia comimos una especie de ensalada sin mas nada y por la noche cada uno hacia algo en la casa,cuando abri el mueble de la cocina solo en contre especias azucar un poco de arroz y unos espaquetis ese era el menu de la noche y eran cosas que dejaban los wwoofer cuando se marchaban, al dia siguiente el dueño un tal sergio varani me llamo porque tenia comida para darnos,consistia en 3 manzanas 2 naranjas otro paquete de galletitas y 6 rrollos de papel igienico. Cuando entre unas de las chicas me dijo que para que es el papel ya que sino se come no podiamos emplearlo para su fin, en mi vida me rrei tanto.Luego a los chicos los metia a trabajar por la noche en el rrestaurante,yo estaba alucinando porque no les daba nada de dinero.Al 4 dia llegaba una pareja de Franceses imaginaros la situacion,sin camas y sin comida.Hable con el dueño y le dije que en 2 dias me marchaba tiempo que emplee en buscar otros contactos,las chicas tambien se marchaban ya que aparte del hambre que se pasaba les salio otra cosa. Cuando llegaron los Franceses los pusimos al corriente y no se creian hasta que lo comprobaron por si mismos,y les facilite la direccion de la chacra suiza que fue lo que verdaderamente se vende en wwoof. TODO LO QUE OS CUENTO FUE MI PROPIA EXPERIENCIA REAL,NO DEJEIS MANIPULAR POR ESTOS TERRATENIENTES QUE SOLO BUSCAN LLENARSE LOS BOLSILLOS CON BUESTRO SUDOR Y QUE NO CUMPLEN PARA NADA CON LOS IDEALES DE LO QUE ES WWOOF,TAMBIEN DECIR QUE EXISTEN AUTENTICAS GRANJAS DE 3 QUE YO VISITE SOLO UNA FUE VERDAD,Y NO DUDEIS EN DENUNCIAR A ESTE TIPO DE GENTUZA COMO YO HE ECHO. SALUDOS Y MIRAR ANTES DE PONER EL PIE
WWOOFing in Spain
WWOOF, or Willing Workers on Organic Farms, is an organization which connects volunteers with organic farms around the world. In exchange for working 4-6 hours a day, 4-6 days a week, the volunteer is given room, board, and a farming education. We knew we needed to volunteer to make traveling in Europe affordable so we decided to give WWOOFing a shot and went to La Montañuela, a farm in La Prada, a tiny town of 20 people in between Burgos and Bilbao in Northern Spain.
We were met at the bus stop by Iñigo, owner, agricultor, and our host for the next five weeks. He gave us the first day off but on Sunday, we started work on the finca, which is a farm that only has fruits and vegetables as opposed to a granja which also has animals. A typical day on the finca for us started at 8AM when we would arrive after a hasty breakfast and immediately get to work. We would work until 11AM then stop for an almuerzo of bread, cheese, fruit, and tinned seafood (mussels, sardines, octopus). After a half hour break, we'd start up again and work until 1PM at which point we'd be free for the rest of the day.
First day, first task - weeding the garlic. We would end up doing a LOT of weeding. Being an organic farm, the weeds grow just as quickly as the plants and everything is done by hand, without the use of chemicals... which means a lot of time bent over in the field. Some of the weeding consisted of hacking at the earth with our hoes and pulling up huge clumps of complex root systems (such as the three days spent weeding along the fence to plant beans) while some weeding was done by crawling on hands and knees, pulling each weed by hand, careful not to disturb the young tomato or cucumber plants.
Another main task was working on the construction of a straw bale barn. This is an example of sustainable construction made with local materials - the foundation and lower level stones all came from the property itself and the straw came from a neighbor's wheat field literally on the other side of the road. The basic concept of the construction is to pile stacks of straw bales on top of each other and encase them in a cement mixture to waterproof and preserve them. The walls are then sturdy, insulated, and last over 100 years. Most of our work on this section involved hoisting up buckets of the cement-like material called masa which was made by mixing one part lime with one part cement with eight parts sand and then adding water until the consistency was right. I also made thousands of grapas, or staples, to hold in the wire mesh you first cover the straw with before laying on the masa. And both of us helped cut and place wood paneling along the front of the barn, which was sometimes a bit terrifying as we'd be on our tiptoes at the top of forty-foot tall wobbling scaffolding.
The last major order of business was planting. We didn't get to do as much as planned due to the constant rain (La Prada received the most rainfall in this period in recorded history - it rained for over 40 straight), but we still filled up the greenhouse with eggplant, cucumber, tomato, beans, various peppers, zucchini, basil, parsley, lettuce, asparagus... while outside, we mainly just planted onions, though there was plenty of garlic, lettuce, potatoes, and peas already in the earth. I was pretty slow at planting at first, but you get used to it and learn that even baby plants are not as fragile as they might appear.
Other duties included:
Sowing seeds in huge trays to let them sprout before we'd transplant to the earth.
Leveling earth in the greenhouse to put down tarps which would keep weeds from growing through.
Constructing platforms to place the seed trays on so the roots wouldn't grow into the ground and to keep the plants safe from any animals.
Building a fence around the reservoir.
Installed a new door to the greenhouse.
All this was to help Iñigo get the project up and running as La Montañuela is only two years old now and just about to start it's first season producing. Iñigo is selling subscriptions to the crops to people as far away as Bilbao where they get a weekly delivery of fruits and vegetables from the farm. They have similar programs around the world, often called crop sharing, which allows for locally grown, fresh, organic produce and similarly lets the farmer grow a wide variety of food rather than only one cash crop - a practice which is much more ecologically sound, much more sustainable, and much better for the soil itself.
So that was our experience farming - but there was much more to La Prada... which will be coming soon...
"Thank You, the Earth!"
We left Bilbao at 10:30pm on a bus bound for Lleida, Spain, a moderately sized city a few hours west of Barcelona. To take the bus we had to disassemble our bikes and thoroughly wrap them in bubble wrap--our project from 8:30-9:30pm at the Bilbao bus station. The bus ride to Lleida was rather miserable as we started out sitting in the back of the bus next to two teenage boys who were huffing glue, giving us weird looks, and generally making us uncomfortable. We changed seats, still got very little sleep and were dropped off on a street corner in Lleida at 4:30am. It was one of the more ridiculous logistical mornings of our trip. As people of all ages were stumbling home after a Saturday night on the town, we assembled our bikes and began riding. The farther south we cycled and the higher the sun became in the sky, the traffic switched from rowdy clubbers heading home to tractor-driving farmers chugging to the fields.
80km later, we arrived in Caspe, exhausted, in the heat of the day. Lunch was a bocadillo (a sandwich) at one of the only open cafes in town, and then a nap in a nearby park. Interestingly, there were a lot of Moroccans in the town and we managed to create quite a fan club in the few hours we were there. In order to get to the farm by a decent hour, we pushed on to Maella after a 3 hour rest.
Biking towards Maella, discouraged, we finally found the turn off for "Flores de Vida," the location of our WWOOF experience, which quickly turned into a gravel road. After an uncomfortable, bumpy time in the saddle, we dismounted and scouted on foot. Just as we were about to turn back, we found the final sign for "Flores de Vida," where we have spent the last week. We finally met Nat, the French owner/farmer of Flores de Vida, the conventional olive and almond farm that he is attempting to revive as a "collective effort"/commune/ecovillage/permaculture center/farm. Alone.
A former musician and jack of all trades kind of guy--a trained electrician with years of experience in yoga, aikido, and multiple forms of meditation to name a few--he has designed and constructed his own ecological house in Nimes, France, his home town. The selling of this house is actually what's making Flores de Vida possible. Nat is in his late forties, very new-agey and eternally cheerful with the best posture you've seen in your life. He's the kind of guy who would drive his beat-up stick-shift van in the lotus position if he could. We don't think he owns a single chair. Even the office in his house in town has a cushion cozied up to his laptop resting a foot and a half off the ground. Growing up in what sounds like a relatively conventional French household, the changes that he has made in his life strike us as courageous and curious.
Nat had the idea to create something like Flores de Vida years before he bought the land. After several attempts to buy land collectively, his friends slowly backed out. Ever the optimist, Nat found cheaper land he could purchase on his own outside small town Maella, Spain.
Nat's most intriguing ideas to us surround the topic of food. He strictly adheres to a vegan, mostly raw diet and with the added twist of eating mostly one thing at a time. Salt, sugar, bread = poison in Nat's book. One should only eat half an hour to an hour after they first feel hungry. Preparing and consuming food is not a communal endeavor, nor should you feel the need to eat three big meals a day.
We peppered him with questions. Why? Where do we get protein if we don't eat rice and beans/meat/etc.? His reply: we don't really need them. Hens lay eggs whose shells are rich in calcium without actually eating it. Gorillas are strong living off a raw herbivorous diet. All are interesting points that we'd like to look into later. We don't betray that we're sneaking handfuls of generously salted peanuts in our tent. But aside from this digression and a handful of granola now and then, we pretty much stuck with Nat's diet. And let me tell you, it's a weight-loss program to be reckoned with. We don't think we've been this skinny since those glorious middle school years of off the wall metabolism and serious gawkiness. However, we did both feel that we were missing some iron in our diets. While it was nice to "detox" a little from our road diets, we certainly would have welcomed a little more "umph" on our plates.
A typical daily food consumption was as follows: rosemary tea for "breakfast", four tomatoes, an inordinate number of peaches, half a melon, a splash of olive oil here and there (it was all we could do to keep from drinking the stuff), and a few handfuls of sunflower seeds, pipettas and raisins. A small portion of soaked sunflower seeds and lentils sometimes made an appearance as a "sprout salad." Nat also talked of feeding ourselves with meditation, by quieting our minds. He endearingly exclaims, "Thank you, the Earth!" after most meals. We are also certain that his beautiful voice and guitar playing must have some nutritional affects.
After a week of a lonely, raw, vegan/eat-one-thing-at-a-time/eat-only-when-you-are-super-hungry diet, we had plenty of time to contemplate the way the lifestyle worked for us and the ways it didn't. The experience made us more aware of the benefits of eating untainted fresh fruits and vegetables. We also took far more time to appreciate the food we were consuming and to recognize where it came from. It allowed for reflection on our eating habits, why they exist and how they could change for the better. However, spiking our nutrient and blood sugar levels, then waiting for them to plummet to replenish them didn't strike us as an efficient means of fueling our bodies. Additionally, we've both always loved that food is a communal act. The growing, the preparation, the consuming can be group activities that can grow and strengthen community and happiness.
It was intriguing to see the contrasts embedded in Nat's way of life. Here he is transforming an arid landscape into a food-producing oasis and trying to create a tightly-knit community. Yet, he believes that food consumption is not to be a shared undertaking. Why would a communal effort to grow food not continue through the preparation and consumption fazes? Why would you not want to share in the joy of harvest by cooking and eating what you grew?
Our daily schedule at Flores de Vida included waking up at 6:30, drinking herbal tea and stretching, working in the fields from 7ish to noonish, eating a midday "meal" (god forbid we say lunch), and spending the afternoon sleeping, reading, writing and hibernating until the heat passed around 6pm. Often we'd go into Maella in the afternoon for a dip in the VERY low river and for Nat to tend to errands at his little house in town.
We spent sunset on a large, flat rock overlooking Flores de Vida. The air was cool, a refreshing gift at the end of a scorching day. The sun set softly over the hill and the moon was high in the sky--it had been visible since 3:30pm. The wind wisps through the olive trees making the leaves flutter about. The valley below is sheltered by hills on three sides. The olive groves wind their way down the gently terraced slopes. The kitchen, a circular structure built from bales of hay, sits to the left, the greenhouse and storage to the right. An old tractor with a water tank attached is beside the kitchen. The orchards, veggie patches and olive groves spread themselves over the valley bottom. The two yurts, two tents, and dry toilets are obscured by trees. The landscape is arid. Searing heat during the day, cool in the mornings, and blissful past 6pm. The moon rises early and the stars shine through late. Nat sits beside us, intermittently singing, playing the guitar and meditating. His voice fills the valley as the sound of his guitar pours over the hills. The late evening light is stunning and we often used the time to learn some new meditation or exercise from Nat. We comment on how beautiful it is at that time of day. Nat says, "So you see why I love it here." And we do. He plays guitar and sings every evening, often well into the night, his voice and music lulling us to sleep.
The field work we did for Nat was an effort to help realize his vision for Flores de Vida of a cornucopia of vegetables, flowers, ponds and fruit trees. Or at least that's what we hope. It would be great to return in a few years to see how the project is coming along. Nat has such determination that it could be a very incredible product. Our farm work included harvesting potatoes, transplanting melons and radishes, pruning olive trees (we are now expert pruners), lining drainage ditches, collecting pine forest humus, constructing shade shelters for nascent trees, and intense straw mulching.
And--as if the experience wasn't odd enough--at the end of our third day, enter Jeff. A Siberian-born, 50 some-odd-year-old, vegetarian cargo ship captain who lives in Riga, Latvia. Jeff has four siblings and one grown daughter but doesn't speak much about his home life. He is extremely well-traveled in Europe and is planning to stay at F de V for a month or longer as he sorts through recent changes in his life and hitchhiked most of the way to the farm.
He has a great Russian accent and often ends his sentences with "but" and trailing off into an indiscernible mumble. He's somewhat of a chatterbox, which Nat handles relatively poorly. Although neither has great English, it's the only language they have in common. Jeff could talk for hours about almost nothing once you get him going. His voice is high-pitched and his cadence made him a rather entertaining addition to our F de V crew. Watching him and Nat interact is a sight to see: a jolly, petite, French, yoga-obsessed, vegan purist who talks to the trees and plants, and a tall, Russian cargo shipper who is very straight-forward, no nonsense, stiff and seemingly not spiritual. What a pair. The four of us made quite a motley crew, too. Imagine us sitting on a cliff overlooking the valley, learning a mantra, doing Tibetan mediation and "magical exercises" with two aging men.
All in all, this was a great way to round out our trip and to have an incredible diversity of experiences in our journey. Nat's ideas gave us a lot to think about and the solitude allowed for an incredible amount of self-reflection.
Still, like Nat's food habits, a lot of what we saw at F de V was called into question as well. While Nat takes the "create an alternate reality" route, he hasn't, at least yet, succeeded. His project requires an incredible amount of outside inputs (this ranged from anything like produce to rolls of rubber/plastic) however responsibly he may attempt to make his purchases. And what of the people who don't have the means to make this sort of choice? It's off-putting to hear Nat's "with me or against me" ideas, no matter how lovingly articulated. And we can't say that we can get our mind around eating half a melon for lunch as a balanced diet.
Interestingly, Nat connected us to the almost polar opposite interlude between the F de V and Barcelona portion of our trip. Because we needed a place to crash in Caspe--20k down the road from Maella--on Saturday night to make our 7:20 AM train the next morning, we asked if Nat had any friends we could stay with in the town. He kindly found us a place with Jesus Clavera, the organic grower that much of the produce we had eaten on the farm had come from.
Nat had off-handedly mentioned that Jesus had spent some time in California, but we didn't realize how closely we'd be connected. Upon arrival, we were graciously received in town by Jesus, his two kids and his mother. Our healthy diets were blown right out of the water when she offered us horchata and corn cakes. We, of course, didn't say no. All those plans to ease back into our biking diets went right out the window. Whoopsies.
Then, Jesus took us to his fields, which he has organized using permaculture techniques. We walked the land and discovered that he had spent a year in the Bay Area during which he had worked for Full Belly Farms, a huge contributor to the Berkeley Farmer's market. One of the farmer's son's also goes to Cal and we know him peripherally. It was hard to believe that we would make that sort of link in Caspe!
Jesus spoke almost completely in Spanish, although his English is better than he gives himself credit for. He was an incredible story-teller and has written a book called Finis Mundi, which he had published in Argentina. He gave Katherine a copy to read on the condition that we get it to George Lucas or Spielberg to make it into a movie...
When we returned to town, Jesus took us to his brother's house where we were bowled over by a completely different life from Nat's. There was a lush garden complete with fruit trees, rose bushes, Koi pond and swimming pool. We were to stay in the pool house. The pool house? We had expected to be crashing on someone's floor, but we were presented with a straight-up suite and meal that night to boot. "Spanish hospitality" insisted Jesus whose niece cheerfully showed us around and his sister-in-law prepared sheets and towels for us. They were clearly very proud of the life and luxury they had created in Caspe. We were astounded and deeply indebted for their incredible generosity. We couldn't have thanked them enough and headed for bed and then the train station the next morning. We made sure to leave contact info if he ever happens to make it back to the California/the US.
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yo puedo encontrar mas informaciones de personas que hicieron wwoofing en córdoba argentina o en las sierras cerca de la ciudad. muchas gracias para todos las informaciones, buenos o malos (espero que no) :smile:.
I am looking for any information about wwoofing in and around cordoba argentina. Have you been somewhere and could tell me a bit more about it? Thank you so much in advance very much appreciated.
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Para empezar, no es una granja, solo un grande hotel que no es ecologico. Solo vas a trabajar duro para ellos ganar mucho dinero y a los wwoofers nada de las gracias luego. Comes comida de la basura del mercado de Olot, no ecologico, y el sitio es sucio y sin acabar.
No aparecen en el lista de granjas de la red de wwoofers de Espana ahora, ni antes, asi que si vas como wwoofer, allí no tienes seguro por si tienes un problema de accidente, y el sitio es muy peligroso y te resbalar se en la madera, piedras, y trabajo arriesgado: todo eso para ahorrar ellos el dinero de 30 euros al ano de seguro para los wwoofers.
El hombre es muy estricto para tu trabajo, mientras el no hace nada, solo controlarte, y igual su mujer.
El trabajo es solo limpiar platos y limpiar la casa y el hotel de los turistas. No comparten nada, tu labas a mano y ellos se rien si les pides labadora y te dicen que tu a mano, y ellos labadora. Son falsos, siempre ocultando todo para que no se den cuenta nadie que ganan mucho dinero con voluntarios. No son personas.
Este es mi opinion, tu sabes si ir o no.
Bien, soy de España y me gustaría hacer wwoofing en el Reino Unido, sobre todo para practicar el idioma, pero también para vivir la experiencia.
Mi primera duda es la siguiente: a la hora de inscribirse en wwoof.org... ¿lo tengo que hacer en la página española, es decir, https://wwoof.es/ ? ¿O en la inglesa http://www.wwoof.org.uk/ ? Estoy buscando pero no encuentro ninguna información al respecto, y me siento un poco inútil :cry:
Respecto a la forma de realizar el pago, lo quería hacer online, es decir, tener acceso a las listas via internet, sin el libro físico. ¿Algún problema con eso?
Una vez hecho, ¿tendría acceso a foros o a opiniones de otros wwoofers que hayan estado en las granjas de destino?
Me gustaría ir cosa de un mes, desde la segunda quincena de Julio de éste año... ¿es tarde ya para reservar?
Creo que eso es todo de momento. Muchas gracias por vuestra ayuda,
"Si deseas hacer WWOOF en España*, debes apuntarte con nosotros, a través de esta web. Si deseas ir a otro país, debes de hacerlo en su respectiva organización WWOOF nacional (independientemente de tu nacionalidad). Cada organización nacional de WWOOF asume el trato con las granjas en su propio país, recibiendo a voluntarios de todo el mundo. Las organizaciones de WWOOF tienen objetivos comunes pero trabajan por separado."
Ya sabeis :smile:
Os dejo mi email para q me escribais: firstname.lastname@example.org
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