I'm home, safe, sound, and tired. The weekend was really fun, but cost me a bit more than I had hoped. (Why do they have to charge for everything?)

My French was good enough to get around, order food, talk to the hotel guy, and such. It's not spectacular, but I wasn't forced to point, look confused, and say "English?" constantly like in Venice. Mostly, I just looked confused and then asked them to repeat it slower and then understood.

I was worried on the flight on the way home. There was a little boy sitting behind me who got scared and then his hysterical crying turned slightly temper-tantrumish and I thought it was going to never stop. (It did after about 15 minutes.)

I saw two of the Blood Wedding guys last night, and they both demand that I have a going away party and invite all my Irish friends. (Apparently, it's a requirement.) I just have to find someone willing to host it since security sort of has a watch on our place thanks to Johnny's first few weeks here. I also got invited to Mark and Michael's joint 21st the last week of school, so that should be a blast.

Im going to go make dinner now so I can eat before we all head to the pub quiz.