I’ve arrived to my first WWOOFing farm, Tempa del Fico. After a few necessary buffer days in Rome to recover from jetlag (…that was my reason for needing a few days in Rome!) I left the house of my Couch Surfing host for an eventful day of car, metro, train, train, bus, bus, and herse.
Train Rome-->Vallo della Lucania: 3 ½ hours.
After some confusion—my host had given me inaccurate bus times and his cell phone wasn’t getting enough service to receive my calls—I finally made it to the correct bus for the 1 ½ hour ride up thin winding mountain roads and through tiny towns to the town of Rofrano, where the farm was presumed to be. Still not having reached my host by phone, though, there was no way for him to know to come meet me. But in a town of less than 2,000 and where, as one bus driver told me, “everybody knows everybody,” how difficult could it be to find him? Luckily, Rofrano was the last stop on the route. One of the exiting passengers assured us that she knew Tempa del Fico: you know, way up that one road, off in that one place, off in that one direction…in a nutshell, she told us ‘I have no idea where it is, but it’s way beyond walking distance.’
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