Bonjour!

Bonjour mes amies from Metz! It is currently 6:14 am and I am wide awake, thanks to the singing delivery man who made a 4 am stop at the restaurant next door to my hotel. Ah, France. You quirky country.

I arrived in Metz around 5:30pm, but thanks to Steffan (Ulrika's GPS system) and an entirely wacky system of roads that are for whatever reason, closed, rerouted and laid out in amaze like grid of one ways I did not actually arrive at my hotel until 7pm. Oh, I could see the road my hotel was on and once was actually on the road, but I could not get here. It was insane. I finally ended up parking about 6 blocks away and walking to checkin. The very nice woman at reception told me that, silly American, you can't get here from there! You must first go 12 blocks out of the way, make a few very complicated turns down ancient streets not meant to hold European SUV's, pray, swear up and down, wait for pedestrians (who were in no hurry and not willing to move out of the way), back track twice, go the wrong way down a one way street and then you will end up at the parking garage, which is all of one block away from the hotel, but not accessable from the hotel itself. Oh, and you must hurry because the garage closes at half past 7 and you have very little time because even though you are parked very near by, the route you have to drive to actually get into said garage (which you can see from the hotel) will take you about that long. Oh you wacky French. How I love you.

I called Mr. HH once I was firmly entrenched in my room (with a marble fronted no working fireplace) and told him it was probably a good thing he and Indy did not come because there would have been arguing and we might not have made it to our 15th anniversary next month. He's such a crab in the car.

The drive here was quite lovely. Snowy, but lovely and the radio stations were just a little slice of delightful. Some in French, some in German, and some a very weird mixture of both, but all playing American music. Seriously, there is nothing like some old school Bon Jovi for driving. Who doesn't burst out in a sing along when they hear You Give Love a Bad Name? I loves me some Bon Jovi, but have you heard his recent stuff? Not so good. He's a nice guy, and been in the biz for a long time. I think it's time he sat back and rested on his laurels. I'm just sayin.

Once the singing delivery man woke me up, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I've spent some time reading my book, watching Spongebob in French (awesomeness) and the openign ceremony of the Olympics. Very impressive Canada. That whole icey firey reversey leugey thing to light the torch? Very cool. And KD Lange? You knocked that song out of the park! I love that song and I really love that you looked like a guy but sang it like a woman.

Ok, I'm going to try to squeeze in a few minutes of sleep now. I'm feeling tired and sure I'm rambling like mad. BTW, for those of you who track your visitors, if you see a visit from Pagny-sur-mosselle, Lorraine, France, that's probably me. :)

A bientot!