the french. what can i say?? their keyboards make no sense. their voices and church bells are incessant and high pitched. their dedication to jesus is absurd. but fuck, they make a nice croissant.
and so they should! itz their only claim to fame. our hostel is grossly overcharging us for a room only one step up from a rubbish can with the no lid. everything is really expensive because the euro apparently confused the economy and everything tripled in price. nice photos and nice weather make up for the difficulties (see dan's blog for the tales of the difficulties).
we've done heaps of walking which has been great, though we continue to bloom beyond human proportions. they call it a heathrow injection: everyone gets fat automatically as they step through customs.
we've been good tourists, seen the eiffel in all its robotic glory, arc du triomphe, champs elysses which is a big shopping strip for rich plastic french ladies and their handbag puppies, sacre coeur etc. also somehow ended up in, literally in a gay pride marching parade, marching alongside the tassled nipples of post-operation transexuals and drinking cheap heinekkans. found a cute little bar on a side street and got smashed on happy hour cocktails (aka paintstrippers) with some french kids, then back to the hostel for reality and kronenbourg.
sorry this has been so haphazard, every key stroke is an ordeal on this keyboard. proper entry later. xoxoxo
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Imagine how much the French must hate using our keyboards (and the Spanish, Italians, Turks, Germans, Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese.....)
oh jes. i'm home and it's lame now. enjoy being overseas! savour every minute in your dirty overpriced hotel room!!!! lots and lots of love to you and dan.
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