Ummm….Weirdness in the foggy hills of France
Sunday, April 26th, 2009For those of you living vicariously through me, I thought I would let you know that you are currently in a room of a makeshift barn, with a bed and stacks of pillows and crocheted blankets. In the other room, the creepy proprietor of this locale is massaging a girl’s hands. A few others are here with you, and some have paint on their faces.You arrived in this foggy place, through the wet and cold of a rainstorm, only to find that the cob building workshop you had paid for may not actually be on. But nobody seems to really care. You will be sleeping on a mattress on the floor of the loft of this barn, but don’t worry…your mattress is far from any of the buckets and pots collecting the rain. The others here with you are pretty cool people, but you need to be suspicious of anyone who’s lasted very long here.YOu didn’t know you have dust and mold allergies, but you’re started to suspect that you do.You are preparing yourself for one interesting week. You can’t wait for the fog to go away and hope that at the very least there’s beautiful views to keep you company. You are also totally prepared to be leaving prematurely, though you don’t know where you’d go now that you’ve spent your cash.Also, your head is starting to feel funny. Maybe it’s the blaring music. Maybe the smells. And you wonder what was in that tea you just drank.Gather your wits about you, this is going to be one crazy unexpected week.
blueskies