Paris to Plogoff

Greetings from France! You'll have to excuse this post, French keyboards are confusing.

To start, my flight was delayed a day which sucked but c'est vie? After being squished next to an over-weight french man all night I finally arrived in Paris. The first thing I did was exchange money; 58 euros for $100 which is terrifying. Then I hopped onto a train and headed for Paris. Once in Paris I wandered around in search of Ashley's apartment and after what felt like hours of walking I finally found it. I spent the night in Paris and then woke up and attempted to make a 7:05am train to Quimper. But ALAS I was unsuccessful and missed it by 1 minute; my stomach dropped and ulitimate doom crept into my thoughts. Thankfully, Ashley's roommate Michelle came with me to the train station and subdued my freak-out. I had to pay another 25 euros to get a spot on the next train at 8:05. I can't thank Michelle enough for coming and staying with me; I think if I had been alone I would have cried, called dad and tried to quit France. I'm sure it was an accumulation of things that contributed to my stress (not getting any sleep the night before, missing home, and lack of food) but we got over that obstacle. Its funny because going into this trip I knew it would be hard but I didn't realize it would be this kind of hard; having almost no idea what anyone is saying and navigating around by myself is proving to be far more difficult than previously imagined. I just have to remember to be lionhearted (as corny as that may sound) and not doubt myself. All of this made me wish Shanna was with me (I miss you!).

ANYWAYS, after a 5 1/2 hour train ride I had to wait for another 2 1/2 hours in the Quimper bus station for a ride to Plogoff (which, by the way, took 2 hours). The hours and hours of travel gave me a chance to see the French countryside....which is amazing and far more impressive than Paris. In fact, after seeing the countryside I can't imagine why anyone would want to live in Paris.

So yada yada iI finally made it to Plogoff and I am staying with a lovely French family, the Deboutes; Franck, Karine and their son Hugo. I share a room with Hugo who is about 5 (?) and is still warming up to me. Hugo likes to sing and does so ALL THE TIME...in the morning, before he goes to bed, etc. I think he does it in the morning to wake me up, its fine, I think its cute-ish. He has built a rather impressive castle structure in the middle of the room that is currently under the control of the Tiger King, but we will see how long that lasts... there is a pretty serious looking dragon creeping around the bookshelf.

This family is really the epitome of organic; the reuse EVERYTHING. They even reuse their shit; no joke. They use what is considered a ; no water is used for flushing, in fact you don't flush. When you are done going to the bathroom you cover your waste with these weird wood chips. Franck told me that human waste is good for the trees...? Allllllrightythen. The house is extremely modern though, so its not like im living in the dark ages.

Well I do believe a nap is in store for me right now. Ill update about the work Im doing soon.

I'm missing all of you.