The nights are passed by playing games and talking until 12 am. We all get along well and make fun of everyones culture. Turns out the French do not really eat frogs, but don't mind we call them that. The Sweeds just want to be Americans, and the one from Canada does not have beedy eyes, but does have a flappy jaw. The girls from Holand sing American songs with a guitar and cute Dutch accents.
As far as work goes, we are still just pulling weeds and helping out in the cafe mostly. Some days we have other projects such as painting and making things.
On Saturday we do a pub night, and people come from all over the island to hang out. The farm normally gets some kind of musical entertainment on saturdays. This weeks music was relly nice. We had a guitar and a female singer, singing American and Swedish songs. Like in America, you still need a liquor licence to have a pub, wich we don't but some how get away with it. On Sunday night we have people come to perform plays. Last week the play was about the knights of the round table.
I have made good friends with a family that lives in a tee pee here on the farm. They are kind of mysterious and I seem to be the only one that frequents there home. Adrian and Tuva have two kids, Elnathon, 7, and Sailor who is 2. They both speak very good English, and are happy to speak it. They are here for the summer only and live elsewhere when not on holiday. The tee pee is very cool. It was purchased by Adrians father from a company in Washington state. For about two grand you also can have an authintic native american home. I ended up befrieding them because Adrian also loves fine rolling tobacco and got me a pack of "gul 3" from norway. Not to many places sell it here so he gets me some when he's in town.
This is the caravan that we have been sleeping in... Too funny. The Americans get the white trashmobile
