Hi all... Sorry for the delay in posting. After leaving late on Thursday night, I didnt get to my destination in Paris until late late Friday night, pretty much Saturday morning.

Ok. I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes. The keyboards here are weird and I feel like I'm learning how to type all over again.

So, Iceland was cool. Or, at least the airport . The Icelandic language is pretty crazy . Not totally sure what it sounds like. The first picture is from KEF, the major international airport in Reykjavik. It's Mr. Leif Eriksson, and as the side panel states, discoverer of North America.

So far no problem meeting people whose English is better than my French. Met a French guy on the plane who zent to Cal - perfect opportunity for me to start practicing my French, but I chickened out and went with English. While waiting in line for the plane's facilities, I met two more Berkeley people: one a current student, and one who had graduated several years ago. We're everywhere. Or maybe just a lot of us on that flight from SFO to Iceland to Paris.

At Charles de Gaulle, I managed to find a New Zealander and another American with whom I stumbled haphazardly to catch a train to Paris. Luckily, a French guy on the train helped us out with a map. Damn, those trains really need some A/C.

So, I get to Paris, and as I leave the Metro station, what do I hear? Yes, rain. Whoever said <Paris vaut bien une masse> definitely was wrong. (Bonus points for getting this reference - much harder than my blog title) At least, for that moment. There was thunder and lightning, and, although it wasn't very very frightening, it certainly was wet. The second picture shows the Parisian <Bienvenue> I got.

Went out with a friend I'm staying with afterwards. This city sure does stay awake late. Thats probably about it for me for now. Off to discover the city a bit - this time sans la pluie.

And, oh yeah, I want some comments this time. Just would be nice to know I'm not just writing out into mid-cyberspace for naught.

Seacrest, OUT. Err... I mean, bye.