Picture this.  It's a game of soccer played between teams of firefighters.  Half of the population of Eyguières has showed up at the arena for it, and it's good clean fun....oh wait.  There's an angry cow with horns strapped to its head chasing the players, who jump over a short inner wall or climb up a rope hanging from a wobbly tree branch to escape it.  I took pictures, but it was hard to get anything because everything was moving so quickly.

That was Friday.  Saturday I went to go visit Christine, my German friend who is working at a voluntary work camp in Miramas, which is about 20 kilometers away.  Our plans were amazingly vague. I arrived there only knowing the bus stop in front of where was, but we eventually found each other, and she brought me to the place where she was staying.   It was in a sort of state park, which had been at one point where gun powder was manufactured and was where the military had done some experimental explosions.   Now it's full of goats and electric fences...and a few wild pigs wandering around which we had to look out for.  So the voluntary work group was comprised of about 10 people from all over Europe, who work on repairing a chapel all morning and then in the afternoon they travel around Provence.  I met some really awesome people.  It felt so good to be with people my own age, and everyone was so welcoming and fun.  I spent the night there with them and was so sad to come back today.  When I was leaving, the girl in charge of the program said, "I hope you can come back, and if you need we can even come pick you up.  Don't forget that you have friends close."  I will definitely be going back to visit all of them...if not only because I left my toiletry bag there.

Relations with the family are bordering on hostile.  At dinner, the mom will serve everyone food from the entree and not leave any for me.  Everyone gets ice cream afterwards except for me.  I made a few mistakes like I put Sophie in a diaper even though we have officially moved on from diapers (No one told me this!), and this was apparently a grave mistake.  I didn't get yelled at because the mom isn't speaking to me again.  She just yelled at the kids over and over when I was in earshot.  It's really strange how our personalities just bring out the worst in each other.   

But I only have 19 days left, and I will be moving around some like to Aix this weekend...and back to Miramas ASAP.