You try and walk to the store for a snack, and all you get is stopped by the cops.
In between Katima-meetings I tried to march through the rain and get some snacks, but the cops didn't want me to. Apparently some little shit has done some shitty little thing and now the Levis PD is patrolling my street constantly, or so I think, because they won't say a thing except "on cherche quelque-un" or "we're looking for someone."
Regardless, my second/third week in Levis has been a good one. We found an outdoor, public pool close to the house and it's a great way to cool off in this humid-ass weather. I've experienced 5 lightning storms since I got here, one of them forcing (and I mean forcing) some of the crew and myself to take shelter in a bar near my work with some girls we met last weekend... forced, I tell ya.
Sunday, we had a girl named Pascale come in and teach us how to make our own bread and pizza dough. Now the whole house smells delicioussss.
This week, we've implemented the house manager system for the first time. Robyn and I will be playing the mom n dad/slaves/maids/cooks/dishwasher roles this week. All house chores are on us til Sunday night, and then the process starts over with a different duo skipping work to do other work.
On a creepier note, it appears as though our humble home is haunted. We've awoken several times to loud bangs, open cabinets, and odd noises. I've got not issue with it, I think it's rad. But the girls won't even approach the top floor of our house because they're scared. I sleep up there, so I don't get a choice, but it's really nice having the ghost open the door for you when you're "lacking a clear mind."
Ah well, I'm going to go lie on my stomach and hope it knows thai massage to some degree.
Fresh bread has the greatest smell. I am glad you've learnt to make it!
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