Full Circle

Well, I am back in London, at Greg's house once again for my last two nights before my plane home tomorrow. Hopefully I can do something to change the 5-hour layover in Cinncinatti tomorrow afternoon, but otherwise it seems to be smooth sailing from here.

I spent the past weekend in Provance, the southern region of France. On Friday, Josie and I parted ways in the Alps, her back to Zurich and I south through the northern part of Italy, stopping in Milan and riding in a hot and crowded train along the Mediteranian sea to Nice, France. Spent all day Saturday wandering markets in the old streets, climbing hills, then sitting on the beach and swimming, and sitting on the beach and swimming. And swimming. It's one thing I have definatly been waiting to do: swim in the Mediteranian. Not to mention I get to add the experiance of a European beach to my list of things seen in life. Very crowded, nearly nude and full of men walking back and forth, singing the drinks they were selling in French, Italian and English.

Came back to Paris for one last night, one last crepe, one last walk around the city in a tourist area where you can't make eye contact with anyone because they will ask you for money or hit on you. Flew to London yesturday and after watching Cricket in Clapham Common for a few hours, ate dinner with Greg and talked most of the night. It's 11:19 and Josie is still sleeping, so I'm not entirely sure today will go, or wwhat we will do in London. She has not seen anything yet, and I have seen all that I can think of. Though I suppose there are worse places in the world to not know what to do with yourself.