Blogging from: Paris, France.
Sitting around the corner from a restaurant I went to yesterday. Being a tourist means that I don't have Internet access on my phone. The way it's done around here is that you go to a restaurant and you ask for the wifi password. Now, they don't tell you what the password is, but they actually take your phone and type it themselves. I think this is how they prevent people from sharing the password with others.
Right now, I'm on the lookout for a cheap restaurant. Wallet is tight. I am also waiting for one of my roommates at the hostel to come back from her school event so we can party it up tonight. She's a very sweet girl from Germany. She speaks fluent English, but not one word in French. You can now imagine my relief when I met another person on the same boat. She invited me to go get a beer with her last nigh and the rest is history. Looking forward to tonight's adventures for tomorrow's entry blog...
Tater.
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