French Riviera

Allo! I know...I need pictures. Jeff has already been yelling at me about that. Internet access has been a real pain let alone access where I can upload pictures. BTW, I am at a hotel in Cannes at the moment and their keyboard is completely different from the ones in the States. There is no apostrophe, which will explain the lack of conjunctions.

Alright, well wrapping up the Ireland trip: the second to last day I was in Ireland was my last day with the girls. I really grew a liking to them. I call them my Irish sisters ;) It feels like we have known each other for forever but I just met them! Anyway, we drove to Connemara since Lonely Planet said that it is so beautiful that it will make my head hurt. Our heads maybe hurt a wee bit. Lots of lakes that looked almost black with lots of foliage around it. We stopped by a random podunk village to get some grub and the place didnt even have a menu...and the waiter guy wouldnt stop staring. It was kinda awkward actually. But we were able to take lots of pictures around there before we had to head on back to Dublin!

Had our last supper as a group and the girls headed off to the airport, while I went back to the Abraham House for another night. All the girls were different now...a bit younger this time but still just as friendly! Convinced two Canadian girls to come see the show at the Abbey Theater! An Ideal Husband from Oscar Wilde was quite possibly the best plays I have ever seen. We had magnificent seats in the center on the sixth row so we could see everyones facial expressions and ALL the performers were on the ball. Almost cried in fact ;) See it if you get the chance...I think its a traveling play.

The next day, I decided to try to steal my pint glass from the Guiness Brewery. I was on a total time crunch but I wouldnt feel right leaving Dublin without it. Plus, my BFF from GP would have never spoken to me again. Had a pint at ten am and ran off to the airport. Missed it by ten minutes. It was my first international flight that I missed!

By the time I arrived in Paris, it was late at night but luckily I met a really awesome couple of older Irish women, Margaret and Marisse, on the plane and they had a friend who lived in the Paris suburbs. We all really hit it off and we had a blast in the few hours we had together. They ended up driving me right up to my street and I never had to take the train! That was good cuz apparently it took Caroline 3 hrs and my landlord would have killed me if he had to wait that long.

2 Days in Paris with Caroline: This part is going to be really short cuz the majority of it is really boring - me getting supplies and running errands (ooooh! I have to give you guys my phone number but I dont want to post it for obvious reasons so if you want to call me, email me separately and I will email you back with the number!) There was one night that we partied and that is really interesting but I really dont remember much of it so sorry. No dirt there. I will say that it was such a crazy night that I missed my second flight in Europe (I know...this is really starting to become a bad trend) and we had to take a train this morning instead. Thats where I met my first French meanie! Oh man, she was a biznitch. We ran into a problem with our tix where no one was able to print them and they kept giving us the runaround but we finally made it on the train! The sucky part was after all that running around, I left my bag of shoes somewhere in the train station which made me sad but Caroline said it gives me an excuse to buy more later... touche ;)

Cannes: After the grueling train ride of five hours where we tried to sleep behind a man who was nothing but a pile of BO (every movement he made was like a punch in the face of BO) we finally made it! Its really hot here so we got to visit the beach (la plage Croissette) and visited the medieval section of Cannes. We went to this museum that is basically a castle (Musee de la Castre) but it was really weird. They had an eclectic mix of ancient artifacts but not really much security. In fact, the worker there was trying to joke around with us and started feeling up the sarcophagus. Not an archaeologist but I am pretty sure that ruins old things. Ooh...someones waiting for the internet so Ill just quickly mention that we also had a nice dinner at the oldest restaurant in Cannes (1860). Tres bien! Alright, off to bed! Talk to you soon!