One thing I learnt from the COY is that there is no better way to get people’s attention then suddenly running around, singing and dancing in a crowd of people doing nothing; because that’s exactly what we did. I have only ever been to a handful of conferences, none of them as big as the … Continue reading Between The Lines of COY12
As I stepped into the Green Zone of the COP22 this morning, the energy was high and I was ready to dive in. Isabel and I had almost done a lap of one of the huge tents when we reached a booth that had a tank of water and, being a little parched, I grabbed … Continue reading From A Sip of Water
We dragged our tired bodies aboard a bus big enough to transport the whole team from the international airport in Rome to our new farm home in Umbria. It was 12:30am. Restlessly falling in and out of sleep, I opened up my eyes and peered out the window, looking down at a misty cliff side. … Continue reading A Sustainable Home
On Sunday morning, a pasta-making goddess, Elisa, came to Monestevole to teach us her ways. We started out by measuring the ingredients under her watchful eye: 2 kgs of strong flour, 21 eggs from the chickens on the farm, and a whole lot of love to make up for our lack of skill. We created … Continue reading Pasta: A Production
Whilst staying at the Monestevole farm, we had the opportunity to meet actual ‘tribe’ members, Amy and Neil, TribeWanted board members. On Wednesday night, this entrepreneurial couple from England visited the farm to talk to us about one of their biggest dreams that, in 2002, became a reality. It all began in northern Mozambique in … Continue reading The Power of A Dream
We haven’t exactly been looking at biofuels during our time in Greece, but after my first blog post about biogas in Bali and Pak Kyle’s (Green School’s Bio Bus founder) intrigue and love for all things biodiesel, I decided to do a little research on biodiesels in Greece. While the biodiesel scene here is a bit … Continue reading Grease in Greece
I cannot stand olives. I’ve managed to dodge them for most of my life, sticking them on my sister's plate if I was ever served them; the smell alone keeping them far from my mouth. But we are in Greece, and there is no escaping the olive here. In Athens, we were taught how much … Continue reading A Greek Standoff (of sorts)
