voyager

i won't be blogging for a couple of weeks.  that is, unless i find an internet cafe in the streets of paris.  yes, it's true, my lifelong dream of going to france is happening...tomorrow!  i turn 38 crossing the border between switzerland and france.  i couldn't be more excited and showed that joie de vivre by kicking things off yesterday at home (for the aforementioned july 14 bastille day).  st. honore featured divine patisseries, televised coverage of the tour de france, a lovely saturday farmer's market and enough cheese to feed napoleon's army (or just me, dans ce case.)  two french men showed up with accordian and flute, to which i sang along on one song, having just happened to have been listening to the same cd in my car, "je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas dejeuner, je veux seulement oublier, et puis je fume". since that phrase won't get me too far in a practical sense (lyrics translate as "i don't want to work, i don't want breakfast, i just want to forget and then i smoke". another national motto?) i won't be smoking, but i have been practicing phrases for things like "fill it up with unleaded please", "is there a toll for this road?" and "help, i have run out of cheese, where is the nearest market?"  well, i guess part of the song is true anyway, je ne veux pas travailler...not for at least 16 days anyway.  au revoir for now and i'll see you when i get back, filled with french bread and stories to share.