Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

...but at least I made it back to Paris. I think right about now I am on Texas time, yet I haven't been in Texas in more than four months. How does that happen? Well, when stupid Ryanair makes you fly out of Dublin at 10:20 in the morning, it can work a number on you if you have been used to waking up around one in the afternoon.

The family is great so far. Mme Contesso and her daughter (haven't met her yet) inhabit the flat. Mme Contesso is a little older than my parents, I think, and their daughter I guess is around 30. They have a lovely apartment on the corner of the sixth arrondisment that is close to just about everything. She immidiately apologized for the small size of my bedroom, but I honestly think that it is a little bit bigger than my room in Moscow. Considering my location here, I'm not about to complain.

Orientation starts Monday so I have a full day to explore some more. Maybe I'll take in a movie. Maybe I'll ask someone to KONG MY WHOPPER. Who knows. Anyway, pics from my winter break to come soon.