The half finished blog style....

So while it seems Erika has fallen off that famed edge of the earth, you know, where there are like a bunch of mermaids with green skin, Amelia Erhart's plane (sp?), and Johnny Depp with some upsidedown boat or something...or a giant lady made of crabs....who knows, the POINT IS, she HASN'T, she's just been selfishly writing blogs as they spurt up in her mind like little bubbles of perrier water, but then as life/obligations catch up, she doesn't actually finish them. Every night, as she tucks in her computer for bed she swears to come back and finish, edit, post, but alas, along with things such as being on time and not taking "thirds" at dinner Erika isn't that great at keeping promises, SO. before all those little thoughts and mutterings become entirely moot (i.e. before erika leaves this wonderful country of France) she'll share them, half-finished blog style. Because, hey, you're reading this assuming its not going to be that well written, so no fear to dissappoint! Assuming mediocrity of the reader! woohoo!!! (dear reader, you are not mediocre, love writer)

Allright internet land, its a deal.
until next time, here's a petit list of do's and don't's for when you come to paris.

1. Jogging in the street wearing shorts / tanktop - if its november, you play dress up and pretend its the weather november should be, even if its 68 and sunny.

2. if you choose to disobey 1. and jog, don't stop in a market/place where you have to walk unless you like watching 7,000 pairs of eyes scan you up and down

3. Don't eat "Pied de Cochon" (Pig's foot, yeah i know, REALLY tempting) even if it is the name of the restaurant.

4. Munster cheese here tastes like the inside of a butt.

5. Brebis cheese here tastes like the wings of angels, which happen to be very very delicious.