Dimanche

Sundays in France are not awesome when you don't have a kitchen to cook in, a couch to lay on, or friends to have fun with. Sundays in France would be awesome if you work too much, have a lot of friends, or a great outcropping of family. Nothing is open. Everyone is home. The streets radiate with an almost eerie silence. So I wandered around aimlessly until some things opened around 2pm. I think I may see a movie after this. Last night was kind of crappy because I had to wait almost an hour for my bus, check into a new room, only to be woken up at 6am when one of the girls got home. Apparently her friend drank way too much and ended up in the hospital. I gathered all of this because she proceeded to very indiscreetly tell her other friend the entire story. Not cool. So I tried to very loudly toss around in my bed. Very loudly get up to pee. Very loudly sigh... they still didn't get the point. Finally, when the first waves of sleep returned to me, someone's phone rang. So much for having a restful night.

In lighter and more exciting news, tomorrow I am going to Beaune in the morning to meet a man whose very French name I forget. He is going to take me around to some vineyards and host a degustation (tasting). We can barely communicate with each other which is kind of cool, kind of frustrating. It forces me to speak French and to say 'je ne sais pas' all the time. The day after that, Tuesday, I am leaving for Lyon and hoping for better weather. I can't wait to go south and hopefully fit in a brief jaunt to Spain. If I do, I will officially see four countries during my travels- France, Spain, Switzerland, and a layover in Germany but I'm counting it anyway.

I've been hording some of my euro on the days that I am under budget so that I can get a haircut when I am in Lyon... I think it would be fun to have a Frenchie hairdo... And I also haven't cut my hair since March so it's about time. Lyon may be a bit of a struggle in terms of budget because it is unofficially the gastronomical capital of France. There may have to be a couple of luxurious dinners.

I also want to add, however irrelevently, that I hate this cybercafe place. It is way too expensive and the people are mean. I also think that the bitchy lady keeps shutting my time off early just so I have to pay another euro for 15 minutes of time to send the emails I wrote. Sometimes being really nice to people does not mean that they will be really nice back. Her loss, I suppose.