The ferry boat stayed out on the wild stormy sea all day and by the time the waves had calmed down enough for us to get into the port in Arhus Denmark I was sea sick and too late to get the last train to France for the night. I wandered around the streets near the port for a while and began approaching people looking for a place to sleep for the night. I had no money, just 5 German Marks. Amazingly the first people I talked with were a couple of brothers from the Family. One of them I knew from the Odense Denmark home from a year ago. They got permission for me to come to their home for one night. It was astonishing to me the amount of suspicion in that home. If that one brother didn't vouch for me that I was indeed a Family member I would have been sleeping on the street that night.

The next morning they dropped me off at the train station and I got on my way to France. The train took a long time and I ended up in Dusseldorf Germany for about 4-5 hours in the middle of the night. Another passenger and I walked around the courtyard of a museum that was next to the train station, looking at exhibits in glass cases. It was wierd that I never felt unsafe or scared. I was a tiny girl, only 4 feet 11 inches tall. I think I only weighed 82 pounds at the time. It was just a grand adventure to me and I never considered any possibilities of danger.

The next morning the train came into the station in Paris. I had met an American girl on the train. She sat with me at the cafe as I waited for someone from the Paris Family to come pick me up. I didn't realise that the croussants on the table weren't complimentary and that girl ended up having to pay for the ones that I had eaten.

A guy from the Family showed up and we took a taxi to the apartment. Along the way I saw a strange sight and then realised I was starring at the Eiffel tower. It was the only time I saw it while in Paris. The first home I stayed in was the provisioning home. The home consisted of only guys and lots of food. I ate so well the two weeks that I was there. Everyday we went out litnessing to places like the Champs Elysee and the Arch du Triumph. Work, work, work. After Norway Paris was sweltering hot and I ran around without a coat. Everybody else were freezing cold but I found it pleasant after the snow up north.

I think my presence in the all male home was distracting. After a couple of weeks I was moved to a home near the Bastille metro station. It wasn't quite as friendly there but I comforted myself with the thoughts that I would be leaving soon anyway to go be with my fiance Jeremy Jewel in Fougeres France. I had met Jeremy in New York and we had been trying to get back together ever since I was sent to Norway.

The most lasting impressions I have of the Bastille colony were of all the dog shit on the street. I called that street the dog shit alley. It was horrendous and extremely difficult to walk there. I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of travel on the metro and the fast pace of litnessing in Paris. The French people were much more animated than the Norwegians and the coffee was much stronger. One night I was taken out to eat at a restaurant with the brethren from the home. We ended up in a restaurant in a basement. They ordered steak for me and then recommended putting on the "delicious" french mustard. What they didn't tell me is that french mustard is hot. HOT!!!! Really Hot. When I felt the burn start in the back of my throat and rise up to my nose I knew that I was in trouble. Boy did they laugh as I sat there with tears running down my face. After time I came to love the French mustard, but that first time was an experience.

I also met Topaz from the show group in this home. She was there often though I don't know why. She seemed so kind and was motherly to me. I was feeling like such a lonely kid without friends and to this day I appreciate Topaz being nice to me. I did on one occasion go to the showgroups apartment with another brother on an errand. The thing that struck me was how beautiful the apartment was. It was big and well lit, with nice furniture and then a couple of the girls walked into the dining room. They were really beautiful. I felt like a poor person begging at the home of a rich person in Beverly Hills. The quality of that home was so much higher than the other ones I had seen in Paris. The difference was striking.

One weekend we visited a colony out at a farm house outside of Paris. We were having some sort of big get-together, inspiration thingie. There were tons of Family members but I only knew a few. One brother named Jonathan Chipmunk I knew from California. We read some Bible together in the woods and walked around talking. It was nice to see an old friend. This farm house was really old, and some of the bedrooms were up in lofts that looked like they used to be used for storing hay. The weekend was over quickly and back to Paris and litnessing. I was beginning to wonder when they were going to send me on to Fougeres. I was also beginning to wonder "if" they were going to send me, finally I was given my permission to move on and a train ticket. A new brother was sent along with me. He had just joined the Family and was a musician.

We got to Rennes and hitchhiked from there. Apparently there were no passenger trains to Fougeres. We arrived in Fougeres in the middle of the night and were dropped off next to a grand castle. The castle had a moat around it. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. The brother told me to wait on the stone bench next to the castle while he went to find the home. I sat there in the foggy misty night next to the castle which was lit up by the street lamps. The medievel houses around me were hundreds of years old. All I could think of was how romantic this town was. I waited for about an hour and during that time I was so happy. This place filled me with joy. The next two months were to be the happiest months of my whole time in the Family.