Residhotel Lyon Part Dieu

... and enjoying each other’s company, the tension was gone.

With Virginie I have always been pretty close and comfortable with her, but after last night at the fete du lumieres we became much closer. There were thousands of people and it was impossible to not get lost. So we held hands. We had to stay in partners for most of the night to not get lost and Virginie and I were together the whole time. So we were basically holding hands all night ...

... they had a large collection of Rodin sculptures, which I really like. Also, because I was under 26 it was completely free - including the audio guide and the temporary exhibitions. How fabulous is that? I think we should do a similar thing in Australia - it might encourage more people to go to galleries.

After the gallery I got on the metro and went to the silk district. Lyon is the silk weaving capital of Europe, or was historically at least. I visited the silk museum ...

... great with the family, I am happier than ever with them and more motivated to work hard. I am dealing with my “stomach disease” and eating simple foods, I have given up fine dining and am now a vegetarian who primarily eats raw foods, lol ! But I honestly don’t care, food is fuel to me, that’s it.

Then what else? Well to be honest family, I have been a little stressed (you know what I am referring to), more than I ...

... in their voices how happy they were about the way things went. They had such a horrible experience with the last au pair and I know how much they appreciate having one that is not only better in more ways than one, but shows initiative and makes suggestions for how to make things better, because she cares. I think they were as pleasantly surprised with the outcome of the conversation as I was.

It has been two days since our conversation ...

... Family problems at home, employee issues here. School is hard because French is hard, I am digestively sick and can’t eat the amazing French food without feeling sick, I have put on a few lbs and well I am full of ****. All that as far as I know sucks! So why am I not feeling down in the dumps about it? Who knows, but I am not gonna waste my time wondering why. I am going to just be grateful ...

... of drinks hit the spot at a cute cafe right off the bridge. Soon we were realizing it probably would have been a good idea to eat first. Time was dwindling and we still had to make it to the train station. None of us wanted to be stranded in Lyon for the night so we caught a quick bite at the nearest McDonald's. I really never eat it in the states but here its the only fast food other than a baguette so we scarfed down our plates and headed for the train ...

... table. She explained the things that weren’t being done right and how they were being perceived to her and Michel and I explained very clearly what it was like on my side of the line with a very irregular regimen and schedule and how difficult it is to try and read minds.

After a long discussion and a night I thought would not turn around, I felt better. We said goodnight with a hug and I felt good knowing that I ...

... here it’s the street!!! (she is SO peticular about where to park!). I got out of the car knowing it would be better to hear her complain about parking illegally than parking “TOO” far. As we got out of the car she says to me “Amber (pronounced like aaahhhmmmmmbbbrrrrreeee) if you continue to drive this way I will tell my parents and they will take away the car” Jeez I have my hands full with this smarty pants!! On our way

Left fairly early for our ling drive today. Only a few people were worse for wear.

"You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch."

Later on we stopped for an hour to check out an old Roman aquaduct. After the snow and ice of Lucerne it was a nice prelude to Barcelona, a warm sunny stop by the river. One of the MANY teachers on the tour was Dave, a history teacher ...

... ever. I was dancing with this girl who was attractive, and french, and obviously into me. She asked me how old I was and I told her to guess. She said "25" and I thought "what the **** I'll go with it '24 almost 25'" I said. We exchange numbers, i became excited, except my excitement was cut short when she revealed to me that she was a MOM! Yes that's right, my first legitimate number in France comes from a 31 year old MILF with a two year old...I ...