BRUTE said: she offered for Olaz to provide her free labor?
Sounds like a smart cookie.
@halfmoon: I appreciate your endorsement of my offer, but after my initial enthusiasm, I started imagining that Olaz's journal entries might look something like:
Detroit Day 2: This is worse than living in my Grandmother's basement. What was I thinking choosing this option over biking through Europe?
Detroit Day 6: Fill the cart with cardboard. Haul the cardboard to the lot. Spread the cardboard. Whack the grass. Haul the grass to the lot. Spread the grass. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. I do not think she is feeding me enough. I suspect she is feeding me the same thing her sister feeds to the dogs.
Detroit Day 10: I am huddled on threadbare, itchy orange burlap-covered cushions, attempting something like sleep, the whiz of the tiny solar powered fan offering feeble aid against the humidity of July in Michigan. Why am I not instead lying on some beach entwined with my new friend in the cool breeze off the ocean?
Detroit Day 14: The crazy homeless guy knocking at midnight. Again. The mangy cats mating in the alley. Again. The booming beat of Arabic Hip-Hop. Again. Why????
etc. etc. etc.