On the morning of June 18th, 2011, at 4:00am in Moldova, my host father knocks on the door to my room. I open the door, and am told "today we are going to work the land my son!" I was tired, yet excited. We then proceeded to walk about two miles to the family plot of land, where we turned soil for the next four hours. It was an exhausting process, but I'll be thankful I helped out when I'm eating the corn, cabbage, potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots, etc. when the harvest comes. It also provided me an amazing opportunity to spend time with my host family. How many people can say they worked Moldovan soil with their host parents?