Paris, the morning after

Time in Paris: 5:45 am.

Jet lag is in full effect. Had a hearty meal yesterday at Mag's house, roasted duck with potatoes and mushrooms. Also had cheese and chocolate not to forget the delicious Zuchinni soup- all made lovingly by Mag's mom while we were out galivanting on the Rue de Rivoli, window shopping in what sorta looked like a semi-gay/ridiculously expensive shopping district. Lots of cqfes, oddballs wearing questionable pieces of clothing- Mag and I were bound to have fun, to say the least.

I came back to a beautiful guest room that is going to serve my sleeping needs admirqbly, here I was thinking I'd have to make do with couches and here is this beautiful room with a bed. This trip just keeps getting better.

Today we are off to Omaha Beach to check out the one of the most crucial points in WWII history, one of the sites of amphibian landings on D-day. I'm excited. We are going to make a two day trip out of it and visit some other things on the way too.

Crépes are in order today. I have discovered other delicacies native to these aliens however. A shuket (as spelled by me- picture to the right) is a soothing tooth pleaser that usually gets devoured by two people in a traffic stunted car while on their way to buying croissants and espressos.

Internet use over the next two days will probably be limited to just small run-ins at cyber cafés but I'll try my best. Gotta run and take a shower before Mag stqrts getting on my case. By the way, just in case you are wondering, we started insulting each other about two and a half hours after meeting up at the aéroport.