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When I came to New Zealand, I never thought a cow named Gilly would change my life forever. I had three WWOOFing experiences during my time in Aotearoa, but I must admit, Gilly’s involvement in the third one made it the best. All…
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A week wasn’t a week in New Zealand unless accompanied by at least one major mental breakdown. Each meltdown came in waves, and fear always acted as its driving force. I’d suffered through Auckland and feared I wouldn’t enjoy the…
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During my research about ways to save money in New Zealand, I found Willing Workers on Organic Farms, or “WWOOFing.” Part of the comfort zone I stepped out of coming to New Zealand revolved around my work life. I knew…
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