Day 3

First real day in France. We made omelets in the morning. Charlie is master of the kitchen.. I think there were three cloves of garlic between our two omelets. In the afternoon, Charlie, Shelley and I went to visit Judy, a lady Shelley met through the school. She just turned 60, but really dosen't look it or act it. She's been all over the world and knows everything basically. We had tea and popcorn and chatted in the kitchen for a few hours.

At five we went to church. Awesome place. It's pretty tiny, but the people are wonderful and the message was sound. I got introduced to a ton of people and we all went out for kabobs afterwords at Le Pacha--you pick put a kabob of meat and they cook it and put it in a pita with french fries and sauce and lettuce and tomato. Quite filling and only 4 euros.

I don't really remember anyone name, I started falling asleep at the table. I did find out why Chrlie looked familiar, though. He was in the band Courderoy Shots with Josh Kuhn. Yah, craziness.