Cary and Char Plus One!

Finally we got our stuffs together, and we are going to start posting pictures on flickr. this is taking a while because we have to upload them one by one, and we are struggling to get that process done.

We went to do some laundry today; part of living at someone's place and being stuck in place that just loves to smoke, and god do we reek of smoke. Smoke gets in your hair, in your clothes, and melds into your skin in ways that just isn't right, i fyou know what I mean. I can't stand to think of what it would be like as a smoker, to reek like that on a regular basis. Yuck.

But that being said, we spent this morning at a cafe waiting for laundry to get done, and guess what people, I had my very first coffee ever. Yes, a cafe creme. It's sort of like a latte, but Cary says it's not like one at all. It tastes coffee-ish.  It's not bad, I think I might not go ordering them left and right because I think the coffee we have at home is different than this coffee, such is life. But at the very least I can say that I had a coffee...once. In Paris.

Today's adventures included not only laundry, which quickly brought me back to my college days of doing laundry in laundromats (but ours had bars/snacks, etc, Go AGS!), but we also met another Filipino couple who were on their honeymoon...they were from San Diego. I always make it a point to try and help other couples with taking pictures of themselves because I personally hated taking a picture of Cary and then he'd take a pic of me, etc. If we could get someone to take our picture that'd be fly. So we met them, took their picture, they took ours. They were leaving Paris today and going to London. I said, ooh we're going to Rome. Husband looked down and said, Man I wanted to go to Rome. Ha. Rome is a great place, and I'm a little bit more excited to go there than to go stay in Paris. A few years ago I wouldn't have said that. But Rome is amazing.

Cary is enjoying himself so far on the trip; he's taking pictures of everything, and sometimes I'll take out my camera to take a picture, and then he'd take the same picture. So we have come to an understanding about what who's going to take what picture. Marriage: all about communication. Ha.

Today we went to the Arc de Triompe. It is much bigger than the one in Las Vegas, yes, Cary. It's comedy. Eiffel Tower? Bigger than the on in Vegas. Champs Elysses? Better than Market Street. WE went to FNAC again to do some shopping, and I picked up a CD set. Cary wanted to buy me the white PSP. No, he didn't, but I wanted him to. Oh well. Cary got some cool coats for winter time, and he picked up some scarves as well. He's a bigger shopper than I.

We also started taking the metro after walking around everywhere became ridiculously tiring, and I found myself getting back to the room, passing out at 8PM and waking up at 12AM to eat dinner. Metro is fun, and I'm trying to teach Cary how to do this in case he needs to learn how to take BART. It's fairly similar, but most of the stations here don't smell of pee like they do at home.

Which brings me to another point; last time I was here, I didn't see as many homeless folks, but they're here and there around the city. It's striking, really, as many of them are young. Everyone has told me to look out for the gypsies (and gypsy is a derogatory word, my friends), and you see the Roma everywhere in Europe. We encountered some in the metro, in the parks, begging for change, and not getting any at all. France is a fairly conservative country, and I know there's no love for the Roma here.

We headed to return some goods we bought at a Mac store, and found ourselves here in an internet cafe, both resting our feet as well as  getting in touch with all of you. I'm about to run out of time here, but make sure you check the pics out. I'm going to send them all to the |Cary and Char go to Paris/Rome album right about now.

Peace and love,

Char/Cary

PS: Cary has a really bad sense of direction. But I love him just the same.