Running in a Wheat Field is Not Something You Do Everyday

So, for the past couple of days since we left Rome (this time not running for the flight) we have been staying with some of Allie's familie's friends, the Hoegens, who live outside of Paris in the country. They are the NICEST people and we have been doing the most fun things. First of all, we have eaten every meal outside! How often can you do that in TX especially in August. The first day we were here we went to this huge farm and picked raspberries to make jam with. We also went to a french grocery store which was very different, but also sort of the same as US stores (I know that didn't really make sense, but it did in my mind). Then we had a barbecue with their French neighbor and some other friends. All of it was so much fun. Then today we went to the place where Van Gogh lived, died, and is buried. It was really interesting, especially since it was off the beaten path. Then we rounded out the night by making some jam (increadible) and setting off some fireworks.

For those of you who are interested (IE Coach Sager and Amy) I have ran everyday here. Yesterday I went for a run on the longest, straightest, most boring road ever. So today I asked where to run, and I wound up running in a wheat field, which was strange while I was doing it, but really neat thinking about it afterwards. What a great life to live out here in the country.

I am not sure about the plan for tomorrow but I will keep you all posted! Keep the comments coming!

Love and miss you all,

Lindsey (and Allie)

PS. That is so great Coach Sager, congratulations! Tell Dave congratulations as well. Now I can drop by all of the time:) Just kidding, but that is so great! And yeah, about the bball, I don't have any place to shoot, awh shucks! But I have been running so I'm one for two I guess.

PPS. So Amyjo, I guess I could bring you some straw to put in your mouth at work; are you allowed to wear overalls? Just kidding, it's a great name, but you will always be cousin Amy to me:)

PPPS. Yes, what a wonderful, creepy memory Allison. Maybe we should go to therapy.

PPPPS. Glad to hear that you're still reading Mr. Mills, I was worried for a second there. By the way, the clogs are in the mail:)