Hello everyone. It’s Keelin. I know it feels like I just blogged and you want one of the other girls but get over it. I haven’t written for days, the last one was just lost. You’re stuck with me. So, now that I’ve thoroughly disappointed each of our followers, I’ll tell you about our day. As Maggie bitterly told ya’ll (that’s American!heart heart Lexi) we stayed in an upscale hotel in Lille last night. For some reason, there was a parade of sorts outside our window. The noise did not stop all night. It made for a great start of the day at 5 AM. That’s right, we woke up at 5. In case you live under a rock, 5 AM is that time of day that 99% of the world’s population would rather be dead than be awake. If you’re an early bird and you love being awake at 5 AM, then I hate to tell you this, but I automatically hate you. I suppose I should take this time to apologize in advance for any bitter emotions conveyed through this entry. I’m moody right now. But here’s the thing… This is our blog, so I can write however I feel and if you have a problem with it close the browser right now because you’re probably an early bird and I don’t like you anyways. So back to our day (you’ll probably see those same five words about 956 times in this entry-I’m feeling a bit ADD tonight) we caught our train from Lille to Paris at 6 AM. When we got to Paris, we had to take the RER from Gare du Nord to Gare du Lyon. A fifteen minute ride and we had half an hour before our next train left the station. Being the gangsters we are, we made it to our gate with time to spare. The train ride from Paris to Lyon was probably about two hours long, but I’m not even going to pretend to care because I slept the entire time. Go lethargy! Once in Lyon, we had an hour and a half to spare before boarding our next train. We found a great inexpensive cafe, Paul, and bought some food. Maggie got four little cheesy bread things. Casey got two of those, a sandwich, and a slice of chocolate cake. I got two bread things, a sandwich and a chocolate chip bread thing. The food was SO good. And cheap. Our favorite. And no we did not devour all of it at once. We’re not little piglettes. We ate it over the three hour train ride to Marseille. On that train, there were separate rooms in each car with eight seats in each. We shared our room with a twenty or so year old French boy. I think he thought we were annoying, but get guess what? I don’t care. He’s French. As a wise boy once said, “The only thing the French have is french fries and they didn’t even invent those, America did, and we felt sorry for them so we named them after the French.” so… Back to our day, the train ride to Marseille wasn’t horrible. While Maggie played her gameboy, Casey and I used Kaitie, aka the blackberry if you forgot, to check out this great site that Sarah from Amsterdam told us about. It’s called thesuperficial.com. You should probably look at it right now. Well, after your read the rest of my ranting. The rest of the train ride was spent sleeping. For me at least. I think Casey slept too. Maggie probably didn’t. Poor girl. So we got to Marseille and waited at that station for two and half hours to then realize that our train was fifteen minutes late. Yes! When our train did decide to show up, we found that it was small and packed. Most uncomfortable ride so far. It’s probably about as uncomfortable as the metro. Only the metro is better because that’s our g unit and it’s only a few minutes per ride as opposed to the two and a half hour ride from Marseille to Nice. But alas, we did finally arrive in Nice at 645. We walked to our hostel, and once again I was amazed by our navigational skills. We found that baby right away. There was only one problem… It was booked. We decided to reserve a room for tomorrow night and then we walked around and looked for a hotel to stay in for the night. Unfortunately, everything was booked. We went to seven or more hotels, only to find out they were full. Even Best Western. Here’s the thing though… Best Western is American. We’re American. Doesn’t that give us priority? Throw a French bum out and give us a room. However, France is backwards and doesn’t follow the common sense rules so we had to search for hotels for two hours carrying around our fifty pound bags. Life sucks. Here’s what I don’t get, why are they all booked? I mean, Nice is nice and it’s right on the water, but that is seven plus hotels full. It’s not THAT great. The whole town is currently under construction and it’s France. Who likes the French enough to fill seven hotels? So when we found a hotel, we were so exhausted slash smelly that we were turning European and we didn’t care that it was out of our price range. Let me explain one thing. I am a clean girl. I shower every day, and despite what my mother says, I even shower when the new Harry Potter books come out. So when I had to travel as much as we did without showering since Paris, two days seems like a much longer time than one would think. So the first thing done was shower. Thank God it was in the top ten of best showers ever taken. After the shower, I sat in our 116 euro room and asked myself, “What is so great about the French?” unable to come up with anything, I turned to the blog to vent. Unfortunately, I wrote for about an hour, only to submit it and it only published the first six sentences. WTF? All signs point to French conspiracy. So now that I have finished take two of the blog and made myself sound like a racist biatch (I’m not by the way, I’m just tired and resent the French), I will join my fellow travelers in Dreamland. There, I will enjoy a steak and some Taco Bell and the top ten most American things I have ever heard of. So good night.
K
PS today I decided that one of the first things I’ll do when I return home is watch Team America. (f yeah)