Cars, Boats, Trains, Busses, but No Planes

Here I am at about 11PM, and being totally lame and crashing. This has been wildly exhausting day number 3-in-a-row. I woke up this morning with a stiff back from a CRAPPY mattress, stepped into the awful shower, and immediately fell on my tush. I was about to grab my stuff and check out of that hotel then and there. Running out of a hotel naked in Paris would most likely get me a straight jacket and a super special plane ride back across the pond. So, at 11 AM we met up with all the Union students and Prof. Ndiaye, and got on the cool Euro-coach bus to Rennes. What I thought was two hours, turns out two be two hours via the TGV (Train de Grande Vitesse= Super duper high speed train), and 5 hours by bus. So after a stop at the French version of Panera, and really terrible bus driver, we arrived in Rennes. The prearranged meeting place was l'Hotel Brest, where we met Keith (the organizer), and eventually our host families.
Meeting our host families made us feel like puppies waiting to be picked up from the pet store. As we were sitting there wagging our tails and trying to look as cute as possible, hoping ours would be the next name called, a woman with short silver-gray hair stepped into the lobby. Marguerite Levrel and her male partner (more details to come on that later, I have no clue) are both retired. She was a Professor at U. Rennes 1, and he was the CFO of some moster business supply company in Europe. He has had 3 Ferraris (2 yellow testarossas, 1 red F50), a silver Lamborghini Diablo that he totalled, raced real formula 1 maseratis, and now is the proud owner of your basic $200,000 Mercedes-Benz coupe. Tomorrow we are going to Saint-Malo, to adventure on their 80-foot motor yacht. I wonder if they're adopting.... Dinner was great, and I can call land-lines for free, so if you see a wacky number....it is me. Bon soir!