DAY 55 - Rehab day

We woke up in the blistering sun, covered in dirt and feeling pretty rough, and urged the guys to bring us back home soon because the new French couple was going to arrive around noon and we still had to clean up the kitchen for them (I guess I haven’t mentioned this before but we will be sharing our little apartment with two more helpers from France for the rest of the time here). We got home, grudgingly cleaned everything and had a much-needed shower; Sarah fell asleep shortly after while I dazedly worked on some drawings while skyping my beloved sister. The French arrived in the early afternoon - a quiet muscular guy called Loïc (the pronunciation of his name proved to be quite a task for everyone, just as mine did for him) and his very sweet little girlfriend Marina. Lori had prepared a delicious welcome-meal for them again (preceded by Cameron’s homemade dip and chips) and we once again had a lovely dinner that was only slightly dimmed by our tiredness and hangover, as well as a little tension caused by my rather ill-advised insistence that American spelling is stupid, which Cameron did NOT appreciate. We went to bed pretty soon afterwards to catch up on some much-needed sleep.