Long time

Bear with me this post, it's been a while since I've posted and it feels like loads has happened. Last time on Eric in France I was mercilessly attacking a woodpile. I'm proud to say that I fully accomplished my goal, all of the wood that Anette bought was cut, chopped and stacked, and I was totally exhausted at the end of the project. It took me up to 2 days before I left, then I kind of slacked off for the last of my trip.
There were two new faces, in addition to the 3 people who I already knew. Marcus was an adopted son of Anette, who was pretty cool. He works in a casino and loves techno music, he also had a sweet Audi. The other was a 65 year old woman named Trilby. Trilby was an absolute riot, she's had quite an interesting life, and was celebrating her birthday wwoofing. She was pretty familiar with horses and stable work, and spent some time helping me stack wood. She was also really personable in that way only old people can be. She claimed that the one thing she felt she could really look back on and feel that she had accomplished was forging the signatures of her bosses to double the salaries of every underpaid worker at her job in Jamaica. Pretty rad. She also was a mean Ping Pong player, and when she Marcus and I played, Marcus was the champion, but she still showed me what for in our game. It was all in her killer serve.
I also got to be a little bit closer with Thais and Amaldine. We played card games and watched movies (in french) and had a blast. I think we were partly brought together by Trilby's hilarious nature. Amaldine taught me a game that was classic 13 year old girl, there wasn't realy a point that I can tell, I think I lost though because at the end she was laughing and got to give my hand a strange indian rope burn sort of thing... it was wierd.
Anette was away for 4 days and the internet went down right after she left, which made blogging, and planning my train ride difficult. The french rail system is kind of frustrating if you aren't traveling to or from Paris because it is basically all spokes radiating out from Paris, and getting between the spokes is a real bear. In the end it turned out Anette was going for a long road trip up north (again) so I joined her for the first 3 hours and then took a couple of trains.
I'm happy to be back with Peter and Julie, I have been greeted by Hamish and Willow (their two dogs) everywhere I go, and I started my day with a nice cup of tea and swinging a machete at corn stalks. I've got reliable internet again and afternoons basically free, everything seems right with the world.