troisieme jour...

Tonight I was able to have some really fun interactions with some interesting Parisians- one boy outside of Starbucks (side note- starbucks in Paris is cheaper than coffee in a restaurant- perspective on how pricey things are…mon dieu!) stopped me and asked if I was from England. Upon answering that I was American he said that he loved Americans and wanted to kiss me. He also said “I would like to invite you to be my lover- I am a very good French lover…” My response? “Non, mais, merci.” Luke- no worries- Il n’y a pas mignon. ;)

Then I was able to meet a man from Argentina who spoke wonderful French- he thought it was so “cool” (an American word he liked a lot) that we could speak to each other in French even though we are from the US and Argentina. He has a lot to say- a very smart man.

Tonight we went to a jazz concert in a bar in the Parisian equivalent of Atlanta’s Midtown (a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘gay Paris’…). It was unexplainable-- fabulous. I suppose those were the highlights- and the fact that our waiter for dinner, upon finding out that we were from Georgia, professed his undying love for the Allman Brothers.

Bonne nuit, mes cheries!

Recycled air.

After a long day full of layovers and jetlag I am finally in Paris. The weather is perfect and everything is beautiful. Unfortunately, Internet is not free, nor cheap, so I will be brief. In short- I love France…I would have no qualms with up and moving here and playing my guitar on the side of the road for spare euros- better to be homeless here than studying in Atlanta, no? And I could always use the charm of my Americanized French accent to gain pity and trick people into thinking in am famous in the US. Or maybe I will stick with school, who knows?

I digress.

Paris is as lovely as it has always been painted in literature and art. I am unbelievably lucky.

Oh, and of course, our hotel is pretty fly.

I will be lounging in the lap of beauty and luxury until Tuesday when I traipse on over to Florence where I will enjoy pizza by the pound and young Italians in Speedos named Massimo.

24 hours to go...

I am finally done with the pre departure classes and this time tomorrow I will be in Paris with my three best friends- I can harly believe it. The itenerary is crazy and I will be in a new city every few days, so I am hoping for good rest and good weather so that we can all be cheery and wonderful to live with!! There is not much to say tonight except that I am beside myself with anxiety and exitement.

I am going to go watch American Idol with my mom now- welcome to my travel blog!