Theres a first for everything.....

today is the first time I ever recall wishing for a fatter butt. Today I wish I had a lot more padding actually because we are taking a bike ride, and my butt is killing me. I don't know how people ride bikes everyday, and I'm not sure why this seemed like a good idea. Well anyhow, it may be painful but it has been fun. We rode along the canal mudi, to an old city called agde. We sat next to some fancy restaurants on the water and enjoyed the view while eating our peanut butter sandwiches.We thought that was pretty great to enjoy the view for free and some American food actually tasted pretty good. then later we found an awesome little cafe on a skinny little cobbled street for some coffee and crepes. The best desert we have had yet. Hope it will pad my hiney for the ride home.
Tommorow we head to the land of the rich and famous. Monaco, st.tropez ,and what I'm really looking forward to provence, where I hope to see lavender fields and sunflower fields. So until next time...

I am really sorry...

I know I worried my mom and I hope I didn't make anyone else worry,because the last thing I wrote about was us Jim trying to get his stuff back. We were not dealing with hardened criminals, just a petty punk thief kid Who actually worked forthecampground. But regardless I'm sorry I worried you mom, Please understand that when we are driving from one plac to the next we have no Internet. Also each camp is different so sometimes they offer Internet, sometimes they don't. We are not foolish and are in very safe places. With the exception of thieves. Big deal it is only stuff. We are no more likely to come in to real harms way here than we are at home. So please try not to worry if you don't hear from us. Also what is wrong with dads feet? What did they say?

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

Wars

Wars are being fought crimes are being solved....




Their is a war raging. A violent storm that of rage and vengeance. it's one that has been fought for generations. In families where cars exist, the war of who gets the window seat? The window seat is defended with such vigilance that you would think it was a life or death matter. The window seats I think are demonized, and when someone sits in them they Feel entitled to inflict bodily damage to anyone who tries to encroach on this territory. I wish they could invent a car with a seat on top or better yet I wish we could drive a limo around and close the window on the three raging brats in the back seat.
Jim is buisy trying to recover his stolen goods. He really is amazing, at the crack of dawn he was up investigating. He found out our suspected crook has a brother who works at the campground next door. He did some asking and found out he his name was Johnny. He walked to the next campground and saw a guy who resembled our suspect. He followed him until he heard someone call out his name. He then approached suspect number two and said " hey Johnny I hear from your brother you may have a computer to sell" A conversation ensued, in which Johnny ( suspect number two) openly talked about selling phones n such illegally. He bragged a out being able to crack phones and said " If I were at home I can get you just about anything" The nerve of a dirty rotten scoundrel! So we are waiting in the car packed and ready to peel out and jimmy is going to confront suspect number one and tell him to give us back our loot or else well turn him in the police, and he'll loose out on his privilege of going to college that he is enjoying. Well see how this goes.....

I failed to mention a few good things about Spain...

We had the best pizza in our life in Barcelona and it was cheap. Tapas menu are only nine euro. And although we didn't try, looked great. Also huge glasses of sangria.nice warm beaches. Enough said.

Inspector gadget is jimmies new name.......

I have a correction to make. We were not careless after all. That scoundrel of a criminal broke the window open from the outside. We saw this after further investigation. Jim is pretty sure he solved the crime also. We figured the crime had Tom e committed by someone on the inside foe the camp who knew we were out. Also Jim saw the eurocamp guy ( the shady one) staring in our car when we first arrived. Further research showed he has only been here two months , not three years like Tim the good eurocamp guy.Tim said in the three years he's been here he's never seen this happen.The shifty eyes and avoiding the conversation when Jimmie brought up the theft convinced Jim this is the crook who ripped us off. I have tried to not let this sway my opinion of Spain,but I am not impressed. Barcelona was as good as any city. Tim our camp host warned us though that if someone tries to wave us down and say we have a flat tire to just keep driving because they probably want to rip us off. So the whole day I was so overly Aware of thieves thAt it kind of rained on my parade. We become overly suspicious of eveyone, so when a man tried telling us their was something left on the roof our car, we smirked back " ya right buddy that's the oldest trick in the book" haha hahah you can't trick us. Later we found Coles journal on the top of the car.
So sianara Spain.Been there done that.

Spain- boobies and hooligans-

Spain is full of boobies and hooligans,




Yesterday we walked from our camp to the beach. The white sand and clear blue water made up for the ugly architecture here. As we walked down to claim our spot in the sand,the first thing the boys and I noticed is most of the women were topless. I remembered being warned of this but forgot until I got there. Every kind of booby you can imagine openly exposed, long tube like ones, round perfect ones, small strawberry ones. Young and old they all laid there seemingly unaware they forgot the tops to their swimsuits. Funny thing the only ones who seemed to notice was my boys and I.Even Jimmy walked by at first and didn't see ( or at least pretended not to) I had a really nice conversation with a sweet old English woman and tried not to stare at her tubes. I saw two middle aged men in speedos smoking right next to two hot chicks with no tops on and was amazed these guys seemed to care less. I guess in Europe boobs are like castles, seen one seen em all. Then it happened . Right next to me was a group of twenty something year olds. The girls of course were all topless,but I'd gotten used to that, but the young skinny very hairy man decided to take a swim. So off with his drawers....Twig and berries swaying in the breeze he casually walked to the sea for his swim. Again nobody seemed to care or notice except me who sat their with my mouth gaping open. Later he lit up a smoke and did some meditating naked. That was really entertaining. I imagined myself joining all these naked people, me running down the beach without a top, chariots of fire music playing in the background,the freedom and the sea air and warm sun on my bare flesh. I then imagined the shock and horror of my boys faces and how they would be scarred for life. Crazy imagination I have. Cool thing was within a few minutes they didn't seem to notice all the nakedness around them.
Hooligans.... We went to this ugly town for dinner last night hoping to try some Spanish food. We did, it was very good and the waiter who also owned the place was adorably nice. We came home to our trailer. Didn't notice anything. Not until this morning when jimmie was looking for his iPhone did we realize we were robbed while we were out last night. We were not savvy travelers. We left a window open and the criminals came in and stole jimmies phones and computer. So ugly! People are such jerks. We took a risk bringing it,but thought that we would outsmart the hooligans by our savvy travel habits, but we got a little to comfortable I guess. Grrrr. The only good thing is they didn't steal the whole computer bag which had jimmies camera in the bottom. I think they didn't want us to notice right away. Also they didn't steal my precious iPad. Poor jimmy.
Heading to Barcelona. Hopefully we won't be robbed again.