Apparently there are like, 15 towns with the named 'Ger' here in France because all of my friends keep saying, "Are you in the southwestern part of France?" or "Are you southeast?" or "North by northwest?" Well, it turns out that I am in the northern one- but which norther one, well....that's still to be determined. =)
My fabulous cousin Gretchen and her family picked me up at the train station last night at 10pm and drove me to their home. Gretchen and her English husband Dan own a restaurant/bar and live above it in the living quarters. Gretchen and Dan have two beautiful children, a son that is four years old and a fifteen month old daughter- who is just starting to walk and loves to carry a bucket around like a purse.
It looks like my month here will be a balance of getting some art finished and also helping out around the place. After spending this last month getting spoiled by Sally, I am ready to maybe fold some laundry or make a bed- whatever it is, I want to do some work! Gah! I never thought I'd say it, but I am ready to toil! I'm at the point of this trip where I really want to help others, contribute, and serve. I've been a one-way valve long enough; I'm anxious be an outlet now.
My day today was spent getting acquainted with everyone and getting settled in. Tomorrow, Gretchen and I head to the hardware store to buy some paintbrushes so I can start painting their bathroom (not a mural, just white).
I am more than happy to report to you all that I did not have one single mishap with my luggage yesterday- no bleeding ankles, no embarrassing moments, nothing. Everything went strangely smooth- I kept waiting for the handle to pop off my bags, or my backpack to split open or my water bottle to try to commit suicide... but...nothing happened. This alone is something to celebrate. Me? Travel like a normal tourist? It happened, finally.
I have tons more to say and will write more in the morning.
Thanks to everyone for their prayers, support, and love!
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