it was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

Well said mr. dickens, well said. Today has been quite the day. Actually, the last 3 days have been an experience. I dont really have the time or the energy to update on everything, but todays happenings are deffinately worth a repeat. (also, please ignore any of the huge spelling and puncuational errors that may occur. the french keyboard is totally in a funky order...and i cant find half of the puncuation stufff i need...youre lucky you get a parenthasis and an exclamation point every now and then!)

so, to preface this day, let me just say that yesterday we had quite a few experiences with the french culture that i dont care to repeat! lol. we got on a total of 3 trains that we really didnt know the destination of...three of the ,ost ghetto trains the world has ever seen!! and also got told at three different RESTURANTS that they didnt hqve food...and we would have to go to some ambiguos location down the street. God bless the french. so yeah, we were on public transportqtion from 6 am till about 6 pm. (this is after 14 hours of trains the day before...) and all we had to eat was grainola bars all day. (the last meal we had before that was a wretched edinburgh pub experience that did not end well for us. hannah in particular...lets just say that she got to know the hostel toilet really well...VIA BARFING)
so needless to say last night we were pretty much toast. (and our first couchsurfing experience was wonderful...and involved a crepe party after two days of a strict grain diet. can you say intestinal blockage??
so now you have the backdrop for today.
.on a train bound for paris at 7 am.
.get into paris and discover that this city is home to one of the most STUPIDLY PLANNED OUT metro systems of all time; (think seriously before hiring a french engineer)
.we cannot figure out how to get to our hostel (i also forgot to print out directions...i am stupid.)
.we take the total wrong metro and end up who knows where...we dont speak french...the french refuse to speak english
. we are confused
.we are lost
.we dont know how to get ourselves out of this situation
.we pray that someone will help us...5 minutes later a french businessman asks us if we arre lost and tells us what metro to get on for our hostel...praise the lord!!!
.we start that way...and miraculously hannah figures out the retarded system...genii status...
. we get out at our hostel and discover that we are in the worst area of paris (as previously stated)
. we are afraid we will be snatched up any second now...
.we get to our hostel located next to the communist headquarters of paris and note that it looks like a prison...or mental institution.
.we are now ,ore scared;
.we have the presence of ,ind to run in there and get on the internet...bite the bullet...and pay for a hotel in the heart of paris, knowing that if we dont we will probably be raped and murdered.

the rest is pretty much good becuase we got out of that hell hole and are now a matter of feet fro, the louvre. much better. ill fill in more later, but i need to give hannah some time to blog;