Okay so, I am on a farm in the general area of Montelimar, France. I'm going to back track a bit. On my way to Paris my bags got lost. I discovered this in the Paris airport while trying to find Mogen and Miranda (which I never did) My day had begun at 7 o'clock London time which is very very early in the morning ( 1 am). Needless to say I was not very alert. I did however become friends with some guys who worked at the airport and I only had to wait three hours for my bag to show up. I met my sister and her friend Allison and we had a nice time strolling the streets of paris and had dinner at a Tibetan restertaunt. The next day I climbed the top of the Notre Dame Cathedral, we then went the outside of the Lourve the inside of the other famous museum (Museum Orslly or something) and walked to the Efile tower and the Arch. It was nice but for about half the time I was trying not to throw up (which was not sucsessful) We got up early the next day and left, my sister to Nice me to my farm. After about 4 hours of training I got off the train and was feeling very lost when a girl came up and asked if i was Tegan. I am infact, Tegan so I went with her to my current location. I think I am going to end the post at thi spoint because I feel like I am rambeling. Also because everyone here speaks english with an accent and most of the time in a not perfect fashion so I'm begining to think like that aswell. Ten points for anyone who can tell me what formage blanc is.