It's Monday afternoon here in Quemeneven, and we've finished working for the day. This morning, we worked in the vegetable garden--weeding, plowing, planting, watering. I'm completely exhausted from both the work (first time I've worked in a garden) and from struggling to understand a foreign language for the past 5 or 6 hours, but I've never been this happily exhausted.
Chez Boderiou, there are 5 adults and la petite Chan. The Boderiou adults are Olivier and Camille, and Chan is their angelic 2 years old daughter. Then there are the three woofeuses: a couple, Marie and Justine, and me. Marie and Justine are 100% French. They've been, and are, biking around the country--2000 km so far and no plans to stop anytime soon. We all get along almost surprisingly well, considering the fact that I find communicating with them completely exhausting (there have a lot of 'essaie d'expliquer!' from the others and a lot of sighs from me). It makes for a pretty hiliarious time though. While we were preparing lunch today, Camille mentioned how great it is that we know absolutely everything that goes into our food (I'm on an organic farm), and I agreed, saying that it tastes really good and there aren't preservatives or anything. Except. 'Le préseratif' means 'condom' and not 'preservative', as I thought. A mistake I will never make again.
I have to go soon. Marie came in a while ago and invited me to play tennis with her and Justine, and it's taken me almost an hour to type up this post (French keyboards are pretty darned different from American keyboards). But like most things right now, it takes a while but it happens, et ça marche bien.
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