She brought me over and introduced me to Sebastion, a regular who comes in every Friday night. Sebastion only speaks French, and he immediately poured me a drink out of his bottle of Smirnoff, and told me that he was going to get me drunk.
Sebastion and I communicated throughout the evening, partiallz through the bartender, partially through Schuyler (who showed up later) and partially through hand motions and pidgen English/French. (His english, though almost nonexistant, is still waz better than my French.) He and I basically split the bottle of smirnoff that he had. As you might guess, I came home kind of drunk.
My powerbook is claiming it will take 41 hours to charge, and it seems to be accurate at the rate it's going. I guess that I'm going to be laptop-less for most of the rest of mz trip, but I've got books to read and a town to see, so that's not too bad. I do miss home way more than I have at anz point up til now.
I'm currently paying 8CHF an hour for internet access at the hostel, but it's web only, so I can't even hop online and say hi, nor can I access email in any way -- no wireless in the same place that I have power, onlz one or the other.
I'll be staying here for one more night, and then it's back through Amsterdam (Schipol) to Boston tomorrow.
I miss Jess and the kids more than I can describe. It's pretty damn crazy.
(Heh. Crayz is Crazy as typed by my qwerty fingers. Damn foreign keyboards.)
