Austin: Hey
beautiful.
Me, turning around:
Hey.
He's petting a dog.
Wine tour guide
talking about marketing wine and making the labels, and the things
that make the wine sell better. Like animals. Humorous pics.
Austin: If you put
both, I'll definitely buy it. I'm easy to convince.
Me: I know.
One of our hosts
looking at pictures our guide took: Oh, it's an all-girls tour.
Whoops. Poor Austin.
Our group started
talking about the Paris police and how unpleasant they are.
Austin: As many
times as I've been arrested--
Me: The myriad of
times?
Austin: Okay, but
with my brother too. The police have always been really nice.
Mom: They like
repeat business.
We learned that in the Medieval times, the reason men and women were staggered at the dining table is because men would use the dresses of the ladies to their right as napkins.
Austin speculating
about where to sit, left or right.
Fellow Tourist:
Napkins are on the right. Do the right thing.
Implying Austin
should use me as the napkin.
Our meal, roasted
chicken and potatoes, mixed veggies.
Austin: I died and
went to heaven. And heaven is make of potatoes.
Je parle francais un
peu and did all the translating with the locals.
Austin: I wish I
spoke another language.
Me: You do speak
another language.
Tourist X: I've
never smelled a dead bodies, but I think it has to be pretty strong.
Me: We had mice in
February. We took care of them back then, but there's a dead one
under the sink. I can't get to it. It still smells and it's pretty
hideous. I would figure a dead body has to be similar to that.
X: So the smell
lingers.
Me: Yeah.
Tourist Y: So a dead
body would be this a hundred times.
Me: Yeah.
X: So no dead bodies
in the house.
Me: I didn't say
that.
Laughter, gets
Austin's attention.
Me: She's giving me
tips, Austin.
Austin: I didn't
hear. Was it about murder?
Me: Yep.
Austin: That's
always my fear with international travel.
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