-We live in Ferney-Voltaire, France.  Might as well be Furna-Voltaire.

-I survived taking the kids to Carrefour, ie. Euro Walmart.  Except I didn’t get to buy my produce.  I didn’t know that you had to weigh and tag it yourself in the produce section.  So when I got to the checkout, the lady told me all about it in French, which means I didn’t know what she was talking about until she set my produce to the side.

-Our toilet is in it’s own little room – underneath the stairs.  We have a shower upstairs and a shower downstairs, and a toilet in a closet.  Really throws the kids off when they have to use the bathroom at night.

-Some little girl tried speaking in French to Leo today.  Leo just kept nodding her head at her.  Later Leo told me, “In conversations where  you don’t know what they’re saying, it’s best to just nod your head and say yes.”  Smart girl.

-The foreign girls love Rocky!   If he serves his mission here, he’ll probably bring home a wife: