So last night, the little french brats woke us up at 1030. Yeah… We were asleep then. But anyways they were being loud as ever so I opened our door and glared out. I don’t know if I glared at a person or a fire extinguisher or what, but when I slammed the door and banged on it, I heard a flurry of french hushes and silence. Well… Close enough to silence. So we ended up waking up around six and showering and getting ready. Then we went down to the breakfast room to get our food and the brats were flooding the room. Life sucks. At around 745, we hooped on the metro. I have recently come to the realization that the thing I will miss most in Paris is line 13 on the metro. That’s our boy. But moving on. We caught our train to Lille and were on our way. Right now we’re sitting on my bed at the hostel. We’re in an all girl dormitory this time. We’re talking to a nice couple all about the sights and the city. When we got into town around 4 and have been exploring since. Such sights… We passed by many live shows. I’ll let you interpret which kind. Sorry if this entry seems confusing and blah blah blah, but we’re talking to these girls and it’s hard. But anyways. I don’t think I have much to say. So on we go to experience the nightlife of Amsterdam.

K