Paris

Hello from gay Paris. And  a gay one it is. I arrived this morning from JFK New York. I would rather be a sex slave to a bunch of rabid gorillas than fly through JFK. JFK  airport is usually a zoo. Paris is far more calm but far more gay. The Big Ole Dumb Southern Boy is presently lying on a bed watching his laundry dry.  Yep I am emulating an European.

With all best laid plans troubles arise as has happened with google voice that  I had such high hopes google voice would allow me to dictate this blog instead of typing it out on this tiny keyboard on my smart phone. Yeah right this is a smart phone. If this phone were a child I would swear its mother drank vodka and smoked crack during the gestation period. Those smart folks at google decided I was French  and changed    all the logon screens into French. I studied French for a few months and I speak about 10 words and that is about 10 words more than this quad lingual Dumb  Southern Boy cares to speak. But I tried to speak some French here because it is easier than sticking my middle finger up at all these gay people.

Tomorrow I fly to St Jeab Pied Du Port. Then I stay the night at Espirit du Chemin alburgue then walk 8 km to Huntos France for the night. Deb wanted me to bust up the first day which is exceptionally tough. She knew I would be tired from sticking my middle finger up at all of the fine folks here.

If this blog entry looks like a third grader typed it then you best keep it to yourself or I'll give you some of what I've been dishing out to these gay smelly Parisiners.