Hotel Dangleterre Arras

Hé hé !

L'Amérique latine, nous voici nous voilà très très bientôt !!!
Plus que quelques heures avant le décollage...
L'excitation et l'appréhension sont 2 émotions qui se battent en duel en ce moment.

Le départ est prévu à 20h ce lundi 7 décembre de Paris CDG et l'atterrisage le mardi 8 décembre à Buenos Aires.
Nous en avons rêvé et ce projet va enfin devenir réalité.

Nous partons tout équipés : les 2 v ...

... in Paris. I really had so much luck with the weather and the city itself was beautiful. The last few days I visited Montmartre, the picturesque artsy part of town on a hill, where I visited the gorgeous Church of Sacree Coeur, as well as the cafe where one of my favorite movies, Amelie, was filmed. I took lots of pictures and arrived there as I listened to it's amazing soundtrack.

I also ...

... br>Yesterday on my way to work, I was sat next to a couple of respectable looking people until they got off and were replaced by an old wrinkly smelly man on one side and an old smelly woman on the other side. The woman smelt like very very very old cheese, and had a carrier bag that she kept looking into and feeling inside it for something but she never once brought out whatever it was so I never got to find out... perhaps it was the very very very old cheese.

Other ...

... art" exhibition with Annabelle, the teacher in charge of me at school and a good friend. We went to see an exhibition by Peter Klasen, a German artist called "Retrospective". This was by far the most bizarre "art" I have ever seen in my life, ranging from photo collages to toilets with ultraviolet lights to a mock-up of "The Penal Colony" by Franz Kafka, a short story which I read last year for University and found most disturbing! I'm sure you ...

... Toussaint holiday began at 5.30 on Friday, and Erin went home for the break. I hadn't planned to go home until Christmas and so I'm determined to stick to it, so I will have to apartment to myself for a week or so. I'm looking forward to visits from mum and dad and from Bridget and in between visitors I am planning to fill my schedule with cultural visits or as one of the teachers put it at school today: "On peut voir et apprecier notre belle région."

WW1 Battlefield Tour - Day 2 We covered some big stuff today on the battlefields of the Somme. The consequences of the actions at Verdun - which pushed more French soldiers to fight the Germans there -left the big push forward with the Australians down on numbers. The English were supposed to have many Divisions side by side - but they reduced this number to a support role - because they were also tied up at Verdun's ...

... was in the Australian media recently. During the day we had a small mishap with the tour van and a motorbike - it was a minor collision on a small road - no one was hurt; bit of fender damage to the bike and minor scratches on Steve's Van. The Gendarme attended - no stress. The law of averages I suppose. The bike rider was tailgating at a stop sign - he couldn't be seen in the rear view mirror. Your Battlefields Correspondent: Mace.

Santiago de Compostela is the capital of Galicia, the north-west tip of Spain. It is another of these many areas in Europe that have their own language, distinct from the national language, and from what I heard, it sounds fairly similar to Portuguese, which is no surprise.
Most people will have heard of Santiago de Compostela because it is the end-point of the famous "El Camino" (known in English as the Way of St James), the most popular pilgrimage route in ...

... and veg. We bought some Chevre, as you do, looked at the rabbits, chicken, ducks and geese that were for sale before it was time to move on Vimy I know deep down in every Canadian's heart, they love their King Brian and Queen Celine, but to try and hide the fact, they always build these huge **** off monuments. Now the one at Vimy Ridge, is very impressive. In fact I forgot about Adams and Dion straight away. It's very impressive, with over 11000 names ...

... which meant Ed and I didn't get any sleep, but David and Lucy were as fresh as cabbages) and loaded Davo's car for the trip. I sat through the drive to Folkestone in Kent under the impression that we were taking a ferry over to France and then drive over to Belgium. Since Ed kept the trip a secret from me, I wasn't aware of the details of the journey, so when I was told we were actually going by train this ...