I know we made it back to France because today we saw two cows standing in a line looking into a farmhouse window, and we laughed. Hysterically.
We came back to no internet, so I have to type this at the library, on a French keyboard. I’m walking with a limp from dropping a guitar case on my foot over two weeks ago. I think it’ll get better now that I have a chance to rest a little.
The pizza van comes to our village tonight, and we picked up a lot of new DVDs in the US.
My brain’s not working too well, so for now I’ll just say it’s good to be home.