Halfway there!

Ok, so I haven't been writing much on here but that's because the internet is so so so so so so so slow! I found an Irish pub that has a good connection but really, it's an authentic Irish Pub and its a little hard to stay focused on the computer. I must say, the Irish people here are wonderful!! Sometimes (aka most times) I wish I were in Ireland instead. But the Pale Pub will have to suffice until then. And the way I see it, I am learning another culture by hanging out there. I culture I think I prefer over France.

Well, I only have 17 days left here and I don't feel too sad at this moment. As far as the city of Tours goes there isn't much to do. There is a lot to see at first but it only takes a few days to do that and once you've seen it, about the only thing to do is to shop and to go to the discoteques.... And we all know how much I love both of those things. I wouldn't recommend staying more than two or three days here. They do have a really nice river here though and they say there are all sorts of fish in it. Unfortunately there is always a mais (but) the river has a problem with quicksand so its pretty much off limits. (yes, quicksand)

My host family is great and the 5 cats have warmed up to me quite quickly. Apparently one does not like me though and continues to leave me a little present outside of my bedroom every morning. That's one thing I've been dealing with here; "merde" aka Shit. Its everywhere. I can't believe the Simpsons left that out when Bart came here. Its a big deal here! The cat poops outside my door and its no big deal, the main decor on the streets is dog poop and urine, and my house-mate has now decided to adopt this culture thing and tells me about her bowel movements on a daily basis...But I guess shit happens.

My host mother is wonderful. She approached me last night and expressed how much she liked me because I reminded her of her daughter and she was very sad that I am leaving in a little more than 2 weeks. It made me feel a little sad about counting down the days until I go. She is really wonderful though, and is always talking to her cats and if she is not talking to them she is talking to me about them. Which I don't have a problem with because I always have plenty to say about my own, which I miss terribly.

But that's Tours, France in a nutshell. Look at me, I'm in a nutshell.

A bientot!