Euros.

So, in the past few days, I have been unable to update, as I was without a computer in Paris...I am now in Rennes, France, a beautiful city, writing very slowly on a French style keyboard where all the letters are in different spots on the keyboard and all my words have red spellcheck lines under them because they are not French...but I zill type my hardest,,,so please pardon my errors!

Paris turned out to be quite the adventure. We took the Eurostar train from London, which goes under the English channel. It was an excellent experience, despite thinking we lost our tickets for about half an hour and getting my knife confiscated (forgot it was in my bag - sorry Dad). Anyway, upon arrival into Paris we had no plans for where we were going to stay that night and I was a bi toverwhelmed at first with the first language barrier we encountered. We were pestered by a guy who supposedlly worked for the City of France to book a hostel with him, but we followed our instincts (quite wisely; I might add) and went instead to an infor,ation booth, where a very friendly guy found us a room for two nights at a three star Best western for 25 € a night, which was a good deal since most hostels charged 30 in France. When then stumbled down the street towards where we thought our hotel was and found it after 30 minutes or so of wandering (I feel like Paris was full of wandering...not always a bad thing).

Our first stop in Paris was the Palace of Versailles. And earlier when I said the crown jewels were excessive...well, I should have held my toungue for they are nothing compared to the splendor and goldenness of Versailles Palace. Everything was gold. Everything was huge. Everything was marble. It was probably the single biggest splurge of wealth I have ever seen, ever imagined, in one place. It took us a good 3 hours just to walk through the building and another 30 minutes to walk through just a section of the magnificent (even in Feb.) gardens. It seems Louis the XIV didn't care for much, especially the wealthfare of his people, since most of the French treasury had to have been emptied to build this monster Palace. The most amazing things for me were the huge paintings all over the ceilings and walls. Some had to measure close to half a basketball court; no joke.

After that we slowly made our way to the Eiffel Tower and hung out for a while pondering the good things in life like friends, smiling, crowns of gold, fields of gold, gold, crepes, French bakeries, big intellectual words, and sleep...sleep which is in the foremost of my mind at the moment. So, I will sleepily have to take my leave and hope to fill in the rest of the missing days tomorrow!