on the road again...just cant wait to get on the road agan...

So, here we are, back at the cybercafe...our home away frrom home, because we thought we'd need to get up early to catch our train south, but our train doesnt leave till 2. whatev.

a note on my observations of the french culture:
-they really do hate americans...completely!! i have many, many examples. in a one hour space we were told by three resturants that had menus posted out side their door that they dont serve food and we needed to go down the street...followed by some ambiguous pointing in the general directionaway from their establishment. (you gotta laugh it off...coincidentlly, this refusal of food was post taking multiple trains that we had no idea the direction of...lol...stupid end to a long first day in france.)

-they cannot tell the difference between an american and a brittish accent. weve been asked so many times if we are from london. haha

-the statement that most of the french speak english is a myth, what should be said is that they posess the ability, but refuse to do so. typical conversation:
me: parle v'ous onglàis?
frenchy: of course! (follwed by a look that says, i'm not stupid, idiot...)
me: great, can you tell me where the train station is?
frenchy: -proceeds to rattle off detailed directions in french with vague hand gestures that are somehow supposed to clarify evrything- puncuated with, "ok?"
me: -thinking, thanks a heap, jerk-wad...- "merci, au revour..." -smile at them, start walking and proceed to get lost.

-they are completely warm and friendly and laid back with each other as a whole. i think that france would be such a different experience if you spoke the launguage decently, it really is a great place, and the poeple are awesome if you can get past the minor detail of being treated like you are human garbage everywhere you go. (i will seriously never look at a homeless person the same again!!) all that to say, i will deffinately be coming back with soma language skills to enjoy the french culture...because it really is great. :)

-every once in a while, you will meet one frenchman (and it ususally is a man...i have yet to experience a nice woman...) who will be so friendly and nice, and he will essentially redeem the whole of the french race. (we met one such man in paris...older fellow, who welcomed us to paris, and said he was glad we were there, and to enjoy our time and meet a handsome young man...we loved him! lol)

-buisiness hours dont seem to exist in rennes...it seems like stuff opens when it opens and closes when people feel like it...its refreshing, also, when you go into shops or cafes, and they arent busy, the workers are pretty much just chillaxing, none of this -always be doing something...never take a break- stupid american work your butt off mentality. im a fan.


anyways, i must talk about our hostel for the last two days, because it was quite an experience. lol
i already mentioned the fact that its really on an ugly canal, rather than a river...liers!!!
but in addition, there was a serious shortage of females there and an overabundance of completely wierd guys. in particular, a morrocan, a peruvian, anda frenchmen. lets just say that the peruvian was right next to us (the walls were paper thin too...you could feel someone lean qgainst the wall on the other side...), and we had to run and hide from him quite a bit. ( a true skill with walls like that!!! he could hear all of our plans...we had to whisper, i felt like i was in mission impossible or something lol)
i cant even really get into the morrocan guy, but lets just say i have never laughed so hard at an attempted pickup line in my life!! it started out with, "with respect, ..." followed by the most disrespectfu sentence of all time!!!!l...HISTERICAL!!!!
then there was the frenchman, so strung out on who knows what, who kept asking us if we wanted some juice, and muttering the word nashville. we suspect that "do you want jiuce" and "nashville" were the only words he knew in english. lol.
needless to say we were happy to have a private room there!! seriously so funny though!!! the morrocan man still makes me laugh...SO HARD!!!

but yeah, we have discovered also, that in order to be understood, you must pronounce everything with a french accent. even an originaaly english word. example, internet. completely noncomprehended unless said with a french accent. same with cyber cafe. it all boils down to the fact that they dont seem to comprehend the english -R- sound, you must say it with the french -i am hawking up a loogie in the back of my throat- way. haha.

so anyways, im out of minutes, and must go. hopefully i can updat in arles.