Communication Failure.

I think I may have told a woman at a bar that I was a lesbian yesterday evening. It was an accident, of course.
This woman kept telling me, in broken English, that I had lovely eyes, and that I must have lots and lots of boys who like me. It wasn't that clear, but I got the picture...more or less. She was also telling me to be really happy, and I wasn't feeling that. Anyway, I kept saying, "Thank you, but no, no boys; no boys for me," trying to communicate that, no, there are not a lot of guys who like me, but thank you for thinking so. Somewhere, something went wrong, because I think I communicated, 'no, I don't like boys, will you please dance with me?' Awkward dancing ensued. I was baffled until we left and I thought about it and realized: I told them I was a lesbian. I think they were lesbians.
It was all very, very awkward.

Yesterday was our last day in Honfleur. While the rest of our group headed out to spend the day at the beach in a nearby town called Deauville, I hung around Honfleur and went to lunch with my friend, Eric. We ate at a waterfront restaurant and ordered moules et frites: mussels and fries. We also enjoyed a bottle of Chardonnay, a much classier version of the week's earlier escapades, if you will. Then we grabbed some gelato and wandered through town one last time; it was really, really great.
Today we traveled to our house which is just outside of Paris. It's cramped and awkward and not an ideal situation, but we're in PARIS! Tomorrow we're visiting Versailles, and we'll hit the museums on Wednesday. Then we'll see the sites of the city on Thursday, and have most of Friday to explore as well. Three days hardly seems like enough time to see all of Paris, but I'll see what I can do. I'll conquer this city, no one worry ;)