We Are All Ants

I am sitting here writing this on a french keyboard so all my a's become q's and this takes quite a lot longer than I think I have patience for, so unfortunately this account will be much briefer than I wish it to be. We are no longer in Paris. It was quite a whirlwind of doing this and then doing that. Talk about extreme tourism. Paris is PACKED OUT with people. As Nick put it, ¨we are all ants.¨

In the past 12 hours we have left one stranger (Alix) in Paris, caught a ride with Coraline, a fiery redhead who spoke only a few sentences in english, continued along our journey with a lovely young girl, Emma and at last have arrived at Mathildes house in a city named Bayonne. I have much to say about these encounters, but this is not the time.

So until my fingers find a better keyboard... good day.