The good the bad and the really ugly

The good: Our host mom hosted a BBQ with here entire family. Her grandchildern are very cute and told us a whole story in german, which of course we did not understand but it was still cute. The castle was really cool, and the wine tasting I believe goes without saying! The reseach farm was so much better than I expected. Some times I can be narrow minded and I have no desire to be a vet nor do I really care about animals unless I want to eat them (yes I know I'm heartless mean person). The guy giving the tour was really entertaining (though I do not think he was going for that). I though the things they were doing with was really neat. I do like reseach so I guess the dork in me came out then. My foot is getting better. Paris is amazing but I will never go back on July 14 again nor go back unless I can at least spend a week there. Crazy taxi drivers. Meeting a ton of people and getting asked back on the train after getting kicked off**.

The bad: The walk down from the castle... it hurt my foot way more than walking up. Wearing the hat and coat and glasses at bayer (I can honestly say I did not feel I looked my best in the get up... but everyone else was doing it and peer pressue set in... so it was ok). Going back to the doctor. Watching the cows poop 3 feet in front of me (I am not into that). The people freaking out about the little pig that was going to die (yes very sad but a fact of life, deal with it). Being on crutches. Feeling slightly bad for cutting in line at the Eiffel tower.

The really ugly: The shot I had to get in my hip burned like a mother f§&$!" and the woman who drew my blood did not wear gloves. July 14 in Paris when you are in a taxi. Watching the taxi fare climb up to 65 euros on one street! Paying 65 euros to go to the wrong place. Paying another 15 euros to go the right place two hours later. Getting kicked off the train because some how we got a reservation for the wrong train (evil ticket woman)**.

** So we got kicked off the train because... ok I am still kind of confused about the whole thing, which I told the guy over and over again as Chrissy was crying. So the story is really long but yes we got kicked off and the guy was yelling at me...and I even said, "Is the really the need for you to be yelling at me??". We got off on the next stop and looked pretty bad I guess with me crutching along looking for the stairs to find the new train we had to get on and the guy that kicked us off came and got us and told us to get back on... we were SOOOO CONFUSED but he kept telling us to get back on and we could go back to our seats, so we did. The crutches did it... so I that is why they are only in the bad and not the really ugly section.