From Dollar Pizza To Cheese Monologue
From Dollar Pizza to Cheese Fondue.
Sometimes I think about the familial part of me that lies 3931 miles away from my everyday life. Every year, my family and I take a trip to our farm in Switzerland. The farm is in the small mountain town of Waltensburg in the canton (states in Switzerland) of Graubunden. Eight of my cousins live on that farm, and they are all between 18-25 years old. The ones closest to me are Maria and Florence who are eighteen and twenty two. Florence is the biggest farmer out of all of them. He taught me the essence of farming. He is tall and buff and he is going inherit the patrimony of the farm when his parents are too old to work. The town is truly amazing. The air is as fresh as the cheese made there and the mountains …show more content…
I live in the heart of a city with 8.406 million people while their farm is located in a town of about 150 people. The point I am trying to make here is that when they see four children with brushed hair and collared shirts and they are in overalls and farmer's hats, I’m sure they aren’t thrilled. The people closest to my age are Maria and Florence. They are 18 and 22, I have always felt awkward around them because the work they do is very physical and since in New York there aren’t many cows to milk, it is almost like we neglect the idea. I am sure we don’t mean for this to happen, but they are so old fashioned that even something so typical in our age like a smartphone is a crazy concept for …show more content…
I do not want to deny the thrill and enjoyment I got while milking the cows, driving the tractor, and eating some of the best cheese I have ever had. And even if our cousins speak only German, we can still communicate. We told them about New York, and they showed us the beautiful mountains. We hiked up and down the mountain, and I think this represented getting over differences for both families. Coming down from that mountain gave me an entirely new outlook on the farm. I realized that this farm was much deeper than an estate for money. This farm symbolized a passion; a driving passion experienced by my cousins that showed how much they genuinely loved to farm. After that hike, both families started having a much better time. We started putting aside our differences and accepting each
Sometimes I think about the familial part of me that lies 3931 miles away from my everyday life. Every year, my family and I take a trip to our farm in Switzerland. The farm is in the small mountain town of Waltensburg in the canton (states in Switzerland) of Graubunden. Eight of my cousins live on that farm, and they are all between 18-25 years old. The ones closest to me are Maria and Florence who are eighteen and twenty two. Florence is the biggest farmer out of all of them. He taught me the essence of farming. He is tall and buff and he is going inherit the patrimony of the farm when his parents are too old to work. The town is truly amazing. The air is as fresh as the cheese made there and the mountains …show more content…
I live in the heart of a city with 8.406 million people while their farm is located in a town of about 150 people. The point I am trying to make here is that when they see four children with brushed hair and collared shirts and they are in overalls and farmer's hats, I’m sure they aren’t thrilled. The people closest to my age are Maria and Florence. They are 18 and 22, I have always felt awkward around them because the work they do is very physical and since in New York there aren’t many cows to milk, it is almost like we neglect the idea. I am sure we don’t mean for this to happen, but they are so old fashioned that even something so typical in our age like a smartphone is a crazy concept for …show more content…
I do not want to deny the thrill and enjoyment I got while milking the cows, driving the tractor, and eating some of the best cheese I have ever had. And even if our cousins speak only German, we can still communicate. We told them about New York, and they showed us the beautiful mountains. We hiked up and down the mountain, and I think this represented getting over differences for both families. Coming down from that mountain gave me an entirely new outlook on the farm. I realized that this farm was much deeper than an estate for money. This farm symbolized a passion; a driving passion experienced by my cousins that showed how much they genuinely loved to farm. After that hike, both families started having a much better time. We started putting aside our differences and accepting each