I was overjoyed to hear I was to be reunited with Jeremy. When I finally made it to Nantes I was surprized at the luke warm greeting I got from him. His first words to me were "We only speak french in this home!" Okay, fine. What was this attitude from him? I didn't understand.

I joined right in with the litnessing teams and began to study my french even more. It didn't come easily but I tried. One of the sisters in the home helped by drawing diagrams of things like the table settings and labeling the different items. I had to learn certain things phonetically to get the accents anywhere close.

After a couple of weeks we were told that we were being moved to a home in the country, down south a bit. We would be in a small home near Limoges with only two single brothers. One of whom would be Jonas...the french guy who said I talked like a duck.

To get to our new home we had to go to Limoges first and then take a smaller commuter train to the tiny town near our house. Then we had to walk the country road for many kilometers, past farms, and rolling green hills, the city dump with all the rats swarming over the garbage and finally when we were at the end of our endurance, to our lovely four bedroom house on the top of hill. The house was newer. A big basement that flooded regularly during the daily downpours. Those green rolling hills in the country got that way for a good reason. My most memorable moments in this home were the constant attempts to open wine bottles without a corkscrew. My favorite was when we wrapped the bottle in a towel and slammed it against the wall, hoping to pop the cork out. Sometimes we ended up just cutting the cork up in little pieces as we pried it out of the bottle. we would have to filter the wine before drinking it. We were so silly and young.

The four of us were always on the road during the week and then we would come home for the weekend. It was fun being in a small home and making up our own schedules. We took the weekends off. One time we came back from the week away and we had been robbed.

Occasionally our teams would go to Limoges and visit the home there. It was a fairly large home with children, pregnant mommies and lots of activity. They kept their apartment real hot. I'm talking extremely hot inside. I couldn't bear being in there for too long. I think it was because of the babies. The last time we visited Limoges one of the babies had died. It had choked on it's milk. Jeremy wouldn't allow us to go to the apartment and we stayed at the park while he went to talk with the people there. I remember the prayers we prayed were very condemning ones, because surely these people were out of Gods will or he wouldn't have let these peoples baby die. Or else they were cursed in some way and we didn't want it to rub off on us. We were scared and totally paranoid. We never again went back to that home.

Another road trip was to the town of Bourges, close to the middle of France. We stood out on a busy street to litness and after two hours we stopped to take inventory. None of us had made any money whatsoever. Nothing. Not a franc. Jeremy put out a fleece prayer, something like "if something good didn't happen in the next hour then we would shake the dust off our feet and go to the next town." Nothing good happened so we went to hitch out of town. We really did shake the dust off our feet and prayed some terrible prayer for the town. The guy who picked us up told us that Bourges was the center of witchcraft in France and we were lucky to be getting out of town safely. I have never forgotten the feelings of terror and relief about getting away from that town.

One time we were on the train on our way back to our country home. I was wearing those clogs, the wooden shoes which were all the rage. My feet hurt like the dinkens because of those shoes and I took the shoes off in the train. It wasn't until I was standing on the platform and the train was taking off, that I realised my shoes were still on the train. I had to walk all the way to the house, many kilometers, barefoot. The next week we went into Limoges and I bought some sandals. Jeremy was very nice about it.

My shoes wore out rapidly in the Family. I went through a pair of shoes in about two months. It was all the walking while litnessing. My most common request to my mother was money for shoes.

Even though the King Arthur letters had come out and there was talk about FFing in the letters, none of it had filtered down to the field homes yet. I lived in a home with three guys and no one was having any sex. Not even Jeremy and I. We just litnessed our feet off and drank wine on the weekends as we watched the rain pour down and the basement flood.