Home again, Home again

When in my line of work, "home" means a place where you have spent more time than you have spent in the current location. Now I am back in Paris, which is more home than where I was in the south of France. It is also where I had a lot of good junk stored away, and after living out of a suitcase for 8 weeks I was happy to see it all again. I am now entirely moved in, except that I haven't found my stash of sticky goop (fun tac) so my walls are bare.

The summer camp was really good for me. I did a ton of different things- cleaning, mopping, weed-whacking, sanding, counseling, teaching, cooking, doing dishes, hiking, biking, repairing, mowing, running the sound system, feeding/brushing/moving/riding horses, running errands, starting fires, disarming fire alarms, unplugging toilets, assembling beds, folding laundry, serving meals, replacing garbages, monitoring a rope course, hauling logs, taking photos... I also spoke a ton of French. If I tried to write emails in English after a long day French would slip in.

The seminar last week was really good. If you want more details you can email me. I learned a lot and I think I have a much better understanding of the faith structures in Africa.

This week I am relaxing and studying, and also spending a bit of time welcoming new students and helping them to not feel completely lost. I remember how I felt when I first got here a year ago : ) I am also really happy to once again have a good bike, and if it doesn't rain this afternoon I think I might go visit the forest again.