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The sea, the sea, is calling to me...
May. 20th, 2002 10:23 pmThis is my first encounter with one of those weird French keyboards, so please excuse any really odd typos I might make.
I'm in St-Malo, typing at an internet terminal that uses tokens instead of coins, but it'cheaper than it was in Paris.
St-Malo is lovely. I met two girls from Quebec and spent the afternoon and evening exploring the city and the beach with them, where all three of us picked up way too many shells and pretty rocks. We just got back from the restaurant where we shared a good bottle of Italian red. This is what being on vacation is all about.
Tomorrow we're going to Mont St-Michel, and I'm staying here tomorrow night as well; I'll write more then.
Forgive the brevity of this update, but this computer doesn't tell me how much time I have left, and the strange keyboard is slowing down my typing considerably.
I'm in St-Malo, typing at an internet terminal that uses tokens instead of coins, but it'cheaper than it was in Paris.
St-Malo is lovely. I met two girls from Quebec and spent the afternoon and evening exploring the city and the beach with them, where all three of us picked up way too many shells and pretty rocks. We just got back from the restaurant where we shared a good bottle of Italian red. This is what being on vacation is all about.
Tomorrow we're going to Mont St-Michel, and I'm staying here tomorrow night as well; I'll write more then.
Forgive the brevity of this update, but this computer doesn't tell me how much time I have left, and the strange keyboard is slowing down my typing considerably.
