I wrote this yesterday on the train:
Last night Kirby and Laura left for Germany. Kate, Monique and I decided to celbrate our last night. On our way out our landlord (who doesn't speak a word of English) asked if we what time we were going to leave, she said we needed to be out by 11:00 because somebody was going to come later that afternoon and she had to clean it. We said we had school and asked if we could leave our bags there while we were at school, then pick them up at 1:30. She agreed, and we were happy we didn't have to haul them with us. We went out for a nice dinner at a sushi restaurant.We took our time walking home (with gelato of course!) When we entered the courtyard, Kirby and Laura were back. They not only missed their train, but Kirby was pickpocketed - her credit card was in there and 300 euros in cash - so sad!. So we had another evening together wich was nice for us, but sad for them. They left extra early this morning to make sure they made it.
Monique and I cleaned and put our bags in the corner, so that she would be able to clean, then we headed off to school, Kate was going to stay till 11, then head out till 1:30. Unfortunatley, our class got out late, then eveyone asked to take pictures, then we had to wash the dishes (we take turns washing everyone's tea/coffee cups). So we didn't get out till 1:20. We ran the whole way home and were about 5 minutes late. We walked in the courtyard and the landlady was standing there, she said you're late. I said, yeah, I'm sorry, 5 minutes. She said, no... I was supposed to clean at 11. What happened was that she didn't have an extra key to get in to clean. I thought she would have told us, since I said we would be at school, or Kate would have let her in, since she would be there till 11. She was not very happy, I felt really bad. But she gave us back our deposit, so that made things better on our side.
We headed out with Kate (and our couple hundred pounds of luggage), it was a huge ordeal walking through the metro stations. But we were thankful our bags held together up and down the flights of stairs. I was surprised that nobody asked to help us carry our bags. Through all our metro changes and stairs only one girl asked if she could help (I gladly accepted). Poor Monique, she has two bags (one full of shoes, and her other one is breaking apart, but she did great!) But at the same time I don't know if I would have felt comfortable with sketching guys helping out. We found Kate's hotel, and got stayed with her for a little while. Monique and I wanted to make the 17:00 train to Lyon, so we headed back across town. While in the States we bought a 6 day train pass to use within a month. Today was our first time to use it, so we had to get it validated. We arrived at Gare de Lyon and started looking for a ticket window that could validate our ticket. Everything was closed down, we looked everywhere and couldn't find anybody to ask - there were only security guards with big machine guns standing around. Monique asked an older gentelman for help. He was very nice, I learned a new word from him - grave (not sure if that's how you spell it) means strike. I guess that's an important word to know in France. So he pointed us in the right direction. We're sitting on the train (without our ticket validated) but I am hoping that the ticket collecter will understand!
I am really excited to get to Lyon! We are starting a list of places we want to see.