The Not-So-Final Countdown

I decided to count things today. We'll start with an easy one:

18. Days since I left the States

17. Days since I first made an ass of myself in Europe by hauling four pieces of luggage in circles through Paris

16. Hours per week in class at U. Rennes 2: Haute Bretagne; CIREFE

15. My bus route. All of the drivers are convinced that they are direct descendants of Mr. Mario Andretti, and therefore must drive 3 axle buses like him.

14. 25+ year-old women in my class all of whom are married, and don't speak either French or English.

13. Average number of times I say "Oui" in a full length conversation, before I actually realize whats going on.

12. Weeks left in the semester at U. Rennes 2.

11. Times I asked the woman at the bank to repeat something when I was opening a bank account today.

10. Cents that it costs me to send a text message across the Atlantic Ocean (its free to recieve them though, *cough cough*)

9. Euros that lunch costs around Saint-Anne in center city.

8. Number of times I wanted to pull my hair out in class today because I still feel like I'm in a sixth grade French class.

7. Number of attempts at emailing bicycle people in this city trying to find a bike to ride.

6. Number of tries scored by the New Zealand All-Blacks in Saturday afternoon's Rugby Game, against the France National Team.

5. Number of times I feared for my life during that rugby game.

4. Number of miles I have to stumble home after a night of debauchery.

3. Number of dogs that have tried to attack me on said walk home.

2. The number of Irish Car Bombs it took me to make sure I was still hungover today.

1. Number of times I have been on an 80 foot yacht.