Speedos.....Speedos.... no success, in retrieving the stolen goods. Spent our last day in Spain,at the police department filing a report. It was interesting actually, kind of like when we first moved to grass valley and Brock broke his arm so we had the chance to acquaint ourselves with the local hospital. Speedos, here they call them proper swim atire. At home we call them banana hammocks. Here they are required. At home only perverts wear them. Well, when In Rome..... So Jim and the boys all barreled down the slides in their new proper swim attire. ( I should have packed a personal grooming kit for jimmy) They all said they shared a great laugh in the dressing room. Their must be a shortage of French music because all I ever hear over is American music. Right now it's " lay lady lay... Lay acrosss my big brass bed..." Funny how I actually love these ridiculous songs and wish I could belt them out right here right now. I can't tell you how relieved I was to be back in France. It feels like home to me now, after the detour to Spain. I feel like I am fluent in French. I am completely confident walking up to the bakery and proudly saying " janu Polly på France " ( I'm sure my French spelling is better than my English spelling) It means " I don't speak any French" Once that's cleared up I continue pointing like an American cave woman and make some grunting sounds pointing to the golden delicious baguettes I wish to order. Then ( I'm so smart) I use my fingers to show how many I want. Then I use my favorite word "mercy boucooo" " it's a hard ache nothing but a heart ache ," Oooh you know it's killing me they don't have karaoke. We still are all getting along well,although yesterday we talked about selling the boys at the nearest flea market. A two hour car ride from hell. Titty twisting, ball crushing contests, the window war, some screaming, farting, insanely loud laughing, and off the charts loud crying. We didn't sell them yet. I do wish we could make some friends. Haven't had any success locating a kingdom hall. It's harder than we thought. We seem to be the only americans at the eurocamps, which makes us feel really smart and cool but I'm wishing we would meet some cool people who want to put up with our caveman talk. Well folks I have to pay for Internet here,so may take me a few days to update my blog. Hope I'm not boring anyone, but I sure am having a good time writing about all the funny things that life throws at you. BONSWAA