
Edda and sheep. We went to a sheep farm in the Alps owned by friends of Cindy and Patrice. It was really, really hot. We had a lunch of lamb which was cooked on a spit over an open fire.
Monty – the french dog.
Baby #3 for Diana and Andreas.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
There, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Back to DC This Weekend
I am going back to DC this weekend to clean up the house waiting for you folks for the family re-union. Also, I will take a couple of Mainland Chinese with me to see DC. Will be back to Pittsburgh on Sunday. Have a nice weekend everyone.
Il fait chaud.
It’s so hot….
L’hot dog.

Vince eating French hot dog. This meal, I ordered entirely in French. I did pretty well with speaking French during this trip, pulling verbs out of my brain and dusting them off. Not to shabby, I think. French hot dogs are hilarious. They take a baguette and shove them on a stick and make a hole in the middle. Then they squirt catsup into them and then shove the hot dog into the hole.
Living off avacados.

It was pretty hard to feed Edda during the week. We really had no kitchen and since dinner was served at 8 pm, she was pretty much ready for bed then. We had her living on avacados, tofu (which I had brought from the US in hermetically sealed boxes that don’t require refridgerations), bananas and every once in a while, we’d have a meal of scrambled eggs. She was pretty excited to get home and eat other things.





