Peenie Wallie

The hardest thing to me was not learning to drive on the left, that in-and-of-itself is something you can learn. Pass one and the rest come easy. It isn't learning to parallel park from the other side of the car, or shift with your left hand, or drive the wrong way around the round-a-bouts. The hardest thing is learning to look right when you pull out to drive on the left. Because the most immediate danger is barreling down the shoulder toward you and if you don't look right you're going to get T-boned.

Then, we took off from Dublin to Paris. When we got to the coast I mentioned it to Jennifer.

"Look baby, there's the French coast."

"So Paris is in France?" she asked.

At Charles De Gaulle, we took the RER train into Paris, and connected to the Metro. We got off one station too soon, but didn't realize it, so we had to walk a few blocks to the hotel. Jennifer was so tired, that she walked right past the Eiffel Tower and never even saw it.

By the time we got to the hotel, it was about 14:00 and Jennifer was totally exhausted. I promised no more alarm clocks and we laid down to take a nap.

Later in the afternoon, we got Cart Orange passes for the Metro, which would give us free reign of the Metro for a week.. We tried to get to the Eiffle Tower on the Metro, but the 6 Line was closed for repairs, and there was a "strike" on the C RER train line, whatever that means. So we went back and walked around Rue Cler. We bought a Chocolate Crepe and a Jambon, but Jennifer was disappointed because the Jambons in Ireland were better.