It Twinkles My Toes..*

What a weekend, where to start? Should I begin with sitting at the train station in a random train; or should we discuss random B.B.Q's with Germans? This weekend was compiled of random series of events that some how fit together,and it was a good time. Last night (Saturday), most of us attended a B.B.Q around the corner. We arrived and it was rather awkward at first. We strolled in and slowly wandered until we saw someone we recognized, someone we knew. We ran into the guy who invited us, that's all it took. Before we knew it, we were wined and dined until our hearts were content. They were tossing combinations of beers, salad, breads and, of course, meats. It was so good, and those Germans know what's up. I may even be so bold as to say I like the German side of life more than the French side of things.
Prior to heading to the B.B.Q., we had a nice little gathering in the chateau kitchen. A few of us experienced my D.J. skills. We were just listening to a bunch of music having a good time. I love those little bonding sessions. That bonding even carried over to today. We had our volleyball game in the sand pit. Some were a little leery of this but it turned out to be really fun. Although some of the crew were missing (sadly), it was a real good time of bonding . There was a sense of family.
My toes/ feet may have been telling a different story, especially towards the end. As we headed towards the sand pit I could see it was wet and cold. My lovely roommate insisted I stop being a pansy and remove my shoes. After being very reluctant I proceeded to join the group and remove my warm, comfy socks to wet, cold sand. It was like slight torture at first, then after about 30 minutes our feet went numb. We played and had a good time, and then it was time to make our way back to the chateau. As we all know, it's complete gravel, and let's just say the quest was a good time. OK, not so much, but it must have been hilarious watching us all bounce from semi soft surfaces like frogs on lily pads.