day 1

actually this makes day 2 in france, but ive had my head in one hand, and my bags in the other up until now and havent had the time to sit down and write... just as a disclaimer, i know for a fact that not everyone who will read this knows the extent of my "party" behavior. so if you dont want to knaw ALL of what ive been up too, be forewarned...

having said that
i arrived in paris yesterday morning around 630am and bougt my ticket on the sncf to go to tours right away. well, i was exhausted for a couple reasons: one being i hadnt slept in over 48 hours... so i fell asleep on the train only to wake up in poitiers, france- an hour SOUTH of tours. they didnt make me buy a new ticket though, so i was stoked on that, but a little upset id missed my stop. and i was in the boondocks with nothing to entertain myself with. there were a couple gypsies with 3 uber malnourished dogs on my train ride back, as well as a dude from.. i dont remember where. but his parents were moroccan and algerian and he was born on some island but was now traveling around europe... whatevs, he talked my ear off, but was good company. i finally made it to tours and headed straight to saint cyr sur loire where my primary middle school is located. henri bergson: to get there from the train station, i took the number 5 bus from rue national (their peachtree st) to cousseau and just walked not even a block down rue victor hugo to 201. the kids were just getting out of class and there were two college looking kids checking the kids ids at the gate. one of them helped me with my bags and he took me to the principals office (ooOOOooo!!) where i met two of the english teachers that id be helping out, the secratary, some other teachers... none of whos names i remember. since i didnt have a place to stay, the principal, mr. doumelle said i could take his sons room for a few nights until i could find my own apt. conveniently, he lives on the middle school campus, inconveniently 3 floors up, sans elevator, so my bags were a slight pain. that night he dropped me off downtown to explore a bit, as hes a dance teacher: salsa, merengue, waltz... you name it, he teaches it- sauf maybe freak dancin ^-^ and he had a dance performance to go watch. but heres the kicker: he dropped me off and was like, "if you go that way, thats the old city, but be carefull because youll come across gypsies smoking weed and such... ... ..." word?? i thanked him and we planned to meet up an hour later at the car. but it started raining not even 10 minutes later and it was cold and i had a whole hour before i could leave. but the only bar i saw that had kids my age was packed. so i chilled in the entrance to this childrens clothing store next to the car for about an hour. meanwhile and ambulance showed up and some woman was taken away in a wheel chair. right as they were leaving, mr doumelle returned and i saw him talking to this guy in a work truck... he totally thought it was me in there, hah. we returned back up the hill to his house, drank some local wine, ate some french food, chatted about stuff, and then i jammed out and passed out in my rooom...