Lettuce and Peace

I apologize sincerely to anyone who reads this blog (hard to tell with the lack of comments :)) for the absence yesterday. My brother Shrug was using the interwebs to speak with his friend of the lady-like gender. I have various updates then from yesterday and today, split up into days.

August 9th today news- Today we went BACK to the war museum to actually look at the museum bit. Came out a bit queasy and very much a pacifist. I really hope we outgrow bombs and weapons in my lifetime. Anyone who tries to convince people that war is a necessary function of the world has no consideration for the lives lost senselessly before, or the respect for the families of those they ask to sacrifice themselves. My humble opinion.

We then went to the Bayeux township and saw the 950+ year old tapestry depicting another war, that of Harold and William. So much death, and only three women in the massive tapestry. One of them was the daughter Aeygl (spelling?). The monitor told me (word for word) "His daughter, Aegylkdhbfkjgb is depicted here as returning and being reminded of her betrothal, as evidenced by her being slapped by a priest." I beg your pardon? Dear Parents, please don't smack me when I get engaged.

Other sightings-
Police in jeans... Casual tuesday for law enforcement?
So many creepy posters of clowns. Tis the season of circuses (circi? latin whizzes??

August 8th-

Drove in the morning to Omaha golf club.

Quotes from drive out by my Grann

"dear me, have they misplaced their accelerator?"
"my, she was a fiesty little driver."

Terrible head cold, as such left after first 9 and went with Shporty and Pickles (she wants a new name, given all the flac she's getting from various persons. Please stop teasing her, I like this nickname).

Paid Shporty 50p to be silent, and had a to do list from Pickles of

-Lunch
-The Sea
-Something Impulsive.

Learned how to drive a stickshift (APPARENTLY I was pretty impressive, and only stalled going from 2nd back to 1st. And maybe starting once or twice.)

Quotes from dinner

Rando- "What did you shoot Shrug?"
Shrug- "85"
Rando- "And you Janda?"
Janda- "I shot myself."

"So how did you get so good at golf Janda?"
"Well thank you, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Things I learned on August 8th
-Obama in Normandy is a huge selling point. Woot Americans.
-RVs are popular at Omaha beach. The scourge is everywhere.
-They have raunchy novels in the supermarkets too! The titles are hilarious, translated "The Frenchman and The American" "A Flight to Remember" "Tall Dark and Dangerous."
-Apparently in cricket it is good to be a leg break googley bowler.

Most common phrase on trip, "are you going to eat your lettuce?"

Happiest of birthdays to my Ruthie.

It never rains but it hurricanes...

We had some delightful experiences yesterday.

Namely the first was getting soaked up to our knees by rushing water, and drenched to our inner-est innards by what one Parisian called "I've never seen this before."

Motorcycles sunk in the square and one man was up to his armpits trying to unplug a drain... He was most likely just trying to save his car though. Shrug almost cried when a Ferrari (one ah them real nice ones.) didn't make it through the foot and a half (should I say approx 150 cm?) of h20 and pulled over squeaking and grumbling. Ferrari may need to improve the submarine abilities of their sports cars.

We also went out for I-talian food, and were the ONLY ones eating at 7 pm. Silly yanquees. Father (Doubleoseven to you) told us delightful stories of his own gap year, and trials. His work in a French resort was perhaps the most hilarious but also the most unsharable on this PG rated blog.

In our efforts to blend in, we tried to rent some bicycles from their bike share program. Three failed plastic card efforts later, we gave up and walked to the Louvre. (N.L. shoutout: Louvring Life, Louvring You). We didn't want to blend in ANYWAYS.

Some photographs for your viewing pleasure, taken from Pickle's wee flat gadget.

The Early Bird Gets a Cold

In preparation for my upcoming flight and new time zone (Pickles has deemed me flight-worthy... no random girl in my seat!) I woke myself up early at an ungodly hour. Battling a cold as well has made for a rather sniffly and hoarse morning. My reaction times are also halved, so when my cat Lady decided to play ninja kitty, she landed a big scratch.

Meanwhile I can hear my little brother Shporty and father Doubleoseven snoring in harmony. It is seven thirty already and I am still the only one awake!

Never mind, I stand corrected. Pickles has launched on a frantic crusade and we are the heathens. Hopefully she'll have better success than the real crusades! At the very least I ask that we don't die of dysentery.

The battle has reached my room, and I must flee/put real clothes on. The next time I broadcast, I may be on the other side of the Pond!