Just as Marea’s family arrived, we confirmed the final details of our next volunteer experience. In fact, I wrote the final “Yes! We’ll see you then” as they walked in the door, and we were excited to tell them all about it.
We’d be helping on a quince farm, we explained, whatever that was. This prompted a bit of research on the asian fruit and the sweet cheese/paste/jam stuff it makes. We all began to spread to word: we were going to a quince farm and soon we’d be quince masters. Fun!
The Traveling Blues 