Edit: As a side note that I forgot to mention in this post originally, if you look behind me in the photo and see the beautiful, fresh cut grass, I did that. I was allowed to mow the lawn one more time on the new mower and successfully managed to maneuver the machine up and down the rows of the vineyard. (Although a few vines and poles may have been slighty injured)
So we've reached the end of my three weeks as a farmhand. As excited as I am to be heading off to my next adventure, there's a bit of sadness in my heart realizing that I won't wake up and head out to work the land here anymore.
The work I've done here is more satisfying than any other job I've done before. I can stand at the edge of this property and feel a sense of pride from having done some work on every acre of this land. The work was hard, it tested my patience, but through it I discovered more about myself than I ever could sitting in an office all day. My body is stronger, my mind, ambitions and goals in life, clearer.
So goodbye Damali. Thank you for all the lessons you taught me everything you've given me. I'll never forget you.
