Je te deteste, Clavier

So you know how awesome travel is? Pretty great. Especially when you are trying to learn a new keyboard, or in some of our cases, a keyboard (clavier) in which the keys dont correspond to what you are typing. (Or when you have to press shift for a period and not an exclamation point; I think id rather be over enthusiastic all of the time rather than take the extra effort to end a sentence!) 

In Tours, I can tell the world the weather and how to navigate myself from french house to french school. Thats about it. (You know what else grinds my gears? The fact that the french dont use apostrophes. Now I know what its like for a french person to read my writing without correct use of accents.)

As far as the flight over, me and Keith Thompson were pretty lucky with the flight, unlike Ashley who got stuck in D.C. Just saying: Water For Elephants isnt all its cracked up to be. CDG was a nightmare, but the first class train tickets were really legit. The moment I hit my bed finally was the best feeling in the world. I ate cheese.  Jetlag inspires short and sweet sentence structures.

Tours is great; I just wish there were more sun. The Coke is so much better here, and everyone speaks english. It was really embarrassing when the person at the McDonalds counter assumed I was American (She was really proud of her english speaking ability)

Oh yeah, and I fell down french stairs.

Traveling Quincy