It feels like home...

So, more updates:

I went to the pool today. I wanted to swim, but they wouldn't allow me. Apparently, you need to have a speedo and a swim cap. Damn, I might actually need to buy a speedo. Hott.

France is slowly, but surely, starting to feel like home. I really do enjoy it here. I like the way of life here. I enjoy the relaxed, calm attitude. I really like the baguettes for 60 euro cents, the crazy amounts of delicious cheese, and the amazing coffee. I do miss actual home, but it's been great here.

Oktoberfest this weekend. Pretty pumped, except for the outrageous price of beer. It's going to be about 9 euros per liter of beer. Damn.

Yesterday, I did the via ferrata at the Bastille. I thought it was going to be a nice, easy thing. No, not at all. My body is still sore from doing it, especially my upper back and my forearms. The first part was rated: Somewhat difficult. It was challenging, but I could complete it. The second part was rated: Difficult. Now, I could barely finish this part. It was insane. So physically demanding. I was scared shitless up there. Sometimes, I could feel myself shake uncontrollably. The Bastille is about 475 meters high. It took us about 4 hours to complete it, with breaks in between. Check out the pictures on facebook.

That's all for now.