I’m Here…
…in Lyon, in a dark hotel room. My roomate is sleeping. It is 11 p.m. here, 4 p.m. at home.
Airtravel sucks. Thunderstorms in Chicago meant leaving an hour late and missing my connection at London/Heathrow. So I sat in the terminal from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. London time. I read some Kurt Vonnegut. That was nice.
The whole mess was also made better by the fact that British Airways is awesome. They gave me a mini bottle of wine for free (though probably worked into the ticket price) with dinner. Then, when I got stuck in London they gave me a 10 Pound food voucher, which bought me two sandwiches, a weird but delicious drink called This Water, which wasn’t water at all but pretty much lemonade, and a bag of fake British starburst.
When I got into the taxi here I tried to explain to him where I wanted to go in French but it was immediatly clear I had no idea what I was doing. I just handed him the paper with the address. Understanding, he tried to start up a conversation. I replied with “Quoi?” twice and he finally gave up. “L’etudiant?” he asked. “Oui!” I said, eager to be able to answer something. That was all he said for the rest of the trip.
After speaking terrible French to the hotel clerk, I went upstairs to find my roomate in an extremely tired state. I dropped my stuff and went to find something to eat and let him sleep.
I didn’t feel like eating at a restauraunt alone and I needed to get some food from a convienence store for later anyway so dinner was a nutella and jelly sandwich (they don’t have peanut butter here) with some cereal on the side.
I looked around the hotel for people who might be willing to go explore the city but I guess everyone is more tired than I am, so after figuring out the internet I conceded to make this blog. What time do I have to be up tommorrow? Probably early. I should go to sleep.