I left Krystle's pretty early this morning. When I arrived back home, my host
family and the 8 guests were already eating breakfast. I, of course, dove right
in.
After Julien and all of his friends took off to
the wedding brunch Didier, Céline, and I started working. My farewell party is
Saturday and we finally have some motivation to work on the outside of the
house. The three of us cleaned up the entire parking area which was completely
covered with crap--fallen branches, old shrubs that had been torn out, even
trash. As soon as we finished raking all of the stuff up, it looked like a
whole new place! Instead of 3 cars, there's now space for 20! It's amazing!!!
In the midst of cleaning and re-arranging, I came
across a little scorpion. It was so small, it could fit inside a nickel. I had no idea they existed in these parts! When I
think of scorpions, I think of huge deserts. But no, they're here too. We found
about 3 of them and smashed them all. I kind of wish I would've kept one as a
pet. I've always wanted one! I know...I'm a little bit strange. Ha haha
Since we're on the topic of pests, I'd just like
to say that the mosquitoes in Provence are the absolute worst!!! They NEVER
bite me back in the states. It's so annoying here! Since there's no A/C and
it's hot as balls, we sleep with the windows and shutters open to let in the
cool, night air. The problem with that is that you also let in all of the evil
bloodsuckers. Even if you're not getting bitten, like say you sleep with a
sheet over your body and head, you still hear them buzzing around your head. I
haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks...Darn you skeeters!!!
There's another bug that's famous for the
Provence area. They're called "eules." They're these creepy, black
millipedes that come out when it's warm. They crawl all over your house and
their favorite hangout is doorways. I have no idea why...But I started
surveying all entrances once they started falling on my head...Blech!!!
Today is also Bastille day. I had always heard that the French celebrate Bastille Day like we celebrate Independence Day back in the states. It was similar, but back home, we do more of the BBQ social and shoot off our own fireworks. My host parents, Greg, and I just watched the city fireworks from our terrace. I was exhausted from all of the yard work, so I'm glad we didn't do anything extravagant this Bastille Day. Whew!
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