One Month Today

Paris is a trap, not nessacarely a deadly trap, but a trap none the
less. It actuallt wasn't too bad, the people were for the most part
friendly, and the sights were rather pleasent, but for some reason it
is almost impossible to figure your way out.

I planned on staying for four days, this quickly turned up to five,
which then made it to six. France is completely centered around Paris
and due to this there ae no Hostels anywhere else. For the usual
tourist, no big deal, but for the winter backpacer this gets too be a
bit of a challenge. I found myself scrambeling about Paris trying to
figure out where I could go and where I could stay, trying to contact
any person that was a friend of a friend that lived somewhere in
France in hopes of finding a way out of the French Capitol. I almost
just hopped onto a night bus to find my way out, perhaps to spain,
when a friendly Irish fellow invited me to Toulouse with him. I was
more then happy.

The trip down to Toulouse involved me waiting another 25 hours in
Paris, and then catching a nght train, not too bad of a proposition,
but things got worse. the Next day, this Irish fellow wasn't able to
aquire enough money to heqdto the southern city, so I decided to go
off alone, and wait for him to arrive the next dat, before we went to
his buddie's flat.

So here I am, with my pack and yarn, waiting in a internet café for a
Irish fellow, who may or may not show up. It's not too bad, it kinda
makes it more of an adventure, I actually need to attempt speaking
French to the people down here, which definately makes my time a
little more interesting.

Well, I hope to hear from you all, I miss alot of you guys, and as
much as I want to see the rest of the world, after that's done I would
like to hang out with all you home-fries even more.

=Logan, France