Lost in Translation.....

Hey all! Sorry for the delay in updating, but we have just been so busy, what with plays, trains and towers, and other such business. Before I stqrt I would like to warn everyone that if this is full of spelling mistakes, it is not cuz im dumb, its because keyboards in frace are arranged differently and so i may press something without meaning to. Like the a is where the q should be and vice versa....wierd Now, to the events of the pqst while.

Last we left off, we were on our way to see Les Miserables. OH MY GOD!!!!! That was by fqr the coolest thing I have ever seen. It was absolutely brilliant. Everything qbout it was amazing. No offence to qnyone who ,ay read this that was in our production, but we suck...soo badly.... i mean this was uni,agionable greatness.... sit me down when I get home and I will give you a full detailed explination of everything that was good about it. For now i will just say that all of the acorts added this other dimention to each character that I wouldnt have even deemed possible.Amazing....

Anyway, so we got back from the^play to our stupid hostel, and thanked the lord that it was our last day there; That place was honeslty the worst place I have ever stayed in my entire life. The people were rude, and we were actually mocked by one of the staff members. The cleanliness was horri, as it was not clean anywhere. the carpet in our room alone looked as if it hqdnt seen a vacuum in like 20 years. Then, there was the common rool which was so lound, day and night that i am surprised anyone could sleep. When we first got to the hostel, there was the smell of drugs, which was less than encouraging. The ,atress that we slept on looked as though they got it from a dump. Everything was bad. It was in the worst location too. right next to a cemetary, real classy eh? Then you had to walk like 5 miles to get anywhere at all.... stupid place... the one we are in now is like sooo much better and everything seem all the more better in comparison to the last one... I am certain that Jackie will be complaining about it as well.... we are going to write bad reviews when we get home.

Anyway, once we left that god foresaken place, we made our way up to dover, so we could take a ferry across the channel, as this was a cheaper alternative to the chunnel. We boarded the ship after eating the best yogurt I have ever had, and then got ready to go to sea! Unfortunetly, our initial thoughts of loving boats were soon destroyed as we came to realise that boats are not to be loved at all. we both felt sick to our stomachs and spent to whole ride curled up in little balls waiting for either the boat to land, of a quick death to put us out of our misery. not fun.

Finally the boat landed and we happilly got off. here was a bus there that was to take us to the train station so we could got to paris. We were planning, since wehad spent little money that day, to go out for a nice supper in paris when we got in. That was alll good... but little did we know that we would not be getting to Paris for quite some time. We got on the bus and it took us around to a few stops;;; then a few ,ore;;; then all of a sudden, we were headed back to the boat docks again? Well, we had had enough of boats let me tell you, but there was not much we could do, as our stop had come and go.... We waited on the bus some more, as more people from the ferry boarded. This father daugther couple came on and introduced the,selves as people from wisconsin, asking if this was the bus to the tran station. We agreed and got to chatting with them for a while. Very nice people. Then more people boarded, A really nice old man who gave us a map of Paris, and a nice british man as well. Also, after a few stops this really strange child came on whose antics were somewhat reminicent of my old hamster... anyway, we all got off at the right stop and made our way to the train station. Coincidenly, all of us, save the elderly man were headed to Paris. We decided to follow the people from wisconsin, as they seemed to have a knowledge of where they were going. They said that the man at the front had told them to go to platform C. So Jackie and I, along with an older Italien couple went down to the Platform; There we saw what would be the strangest looking Frenchman I have ever seen. Anyway; everyone there had been told by some authority that we shoul be at platform C. The British man however was at platform D. So, being the pilite people we are, we called him over to our platform. Then We looked at the signs. None of the trains of Platform C were leaving at the time that we were scheduled for. So we looked aroun, and at the exact time that we were supposed to leave, a train departed not from our platform, but from platform D. Were we ever upset. The Birt, who luckily happened to speoak french, the frenchman and the Wisocnson man were all screming at the train people for giving us the wrong information and so on. It was actually pretty funny. ANd, needless to say; we all got our trips to our designated area. We even got like a personal guide so that we got on the right trains. It was kind of embarassing really. Anyway; That is basically