Death.

So I suppose you can guess how I'm feeling this morning. Worst part is that we're going to a super fancy restaurant for lunch. Ughhhh....snails and shit do not go with hangover, my stomach sounds like a battle scene in Star Wars. Don't ever mix booze. It makes you die in the morning. Later I think we're heading off to Paris, via train, for a few days, so lovely pictures for you.

4:30, birthday nigh

So, tonight I have...
a) snuck liquor into my drink
b) couldn't get into a club
c) my friend called the cops on that club for letting other underage people in
d) went to a bar that had no sign, lots of locks on the door and required a knock to enter
e) drank the perfect amount
f) had an awesome birthday

and I had...
1) glass of white wine
2) rum and cokes
3) coke and bourbon(s)
4) sips of gin

European Birthday.

The last two weeks have been the epitome of my homesickness, with the regularly going to school and all that. Sort of, I was kinda sick and I'm pretty sure that feeling like I'll simultaneously pass out and ingest my own stomach, is my body's fantastic way of reinforcing my longing for (almost) total understanding of the people around me. However, it was spring.

We went to Mont St. Michel last weekend which was amazing, lots of mud.

More tommorow, we're off to a bar. It'll be okay, probably good, just not normal birthday. I will report tomorrow perhaps with photos. I guess I was wrong at the beginning, I still really miss home. Birthdays aren't the same when only one person at your party speaks the same language as you, hence the likeliness of drinks.

Shit, almost forgot my gin.

Photogoraphy.

Alright, I realize that I am a horrible blogger, but I don't really care at the moment. I think I'm finally settling in here, becoming comfortable in classes, talking to people ect. however, that could just be a reflection of my Tuesday. Here are some pictures of the things I've done over the last month while not updating :D.

Visiting l'etretat with Keely.

None of the teachers were at school, the one day that week we went. So, we ventured to the castle just down the street. Hearing shouting and drums from the city below we followed and found this:

This is where the teachers were. Along with 3/4 of the French population who participated in a general strike that day. I grabbed a pain au chocolat (good for all occaisions) and we watched a parade of protest signs we couldn't understand.

Claude took us to the Canadian cemetary in Dieppe. For those who don't know before D-Day, the Canadians launched a suprise attack on the Nazi-occupied Dieppe that quickly turned into a massacre, and only about 20 survived. Claude knows two of them.

The Rouen cathedral.

The spot where Joan of Arc was burned.

St. Patrick's Day!

Hall of mirrors, Versailles.

Amsterdam, so fucking pretty. Also the most amount of bicycles I have yet to see in one place.

Giant iron atom in Brussels, apparently it has a restaurant and stuff inside.

Moules frites, lovely Belgian cuisine with lovely Belgian beer.

Thats all for tonight, more writing next time! I am tired as fuck but luckily its just a half day tommorow. There may be baking. Goodnight.