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.
6 comments:
hurrah, you are back...I am looking forward to on-the-road tales...
I feel bad about your foot...
fabulous - home in one piece, battered but here! hope we catch up soon ...
enjoy pizza, dvds and rest. sounds perfect after the tour...
I'll try to come up with something not too disappointing, Rosie! I know I do have some decent photos somewhere...
Don't worry about the foot Norma, it's definitely getting better. But is it coincidence that the one bit of violence I inflicted on myself happened in Canada of all places?
Kim I hope we'll see you soon.
And TBNIL catching up with your blog is something else I look forward to - I missed your tales!
Soft gig bags- you're guitar may get broken but they're easier on your feet/foot!
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