What it do! I'm updating from Monaco, in the South of France. I gotta say I love it here and could get used to the lifestyle. It's beautiful, they speak french and everything is paid for. And to make matters even better my Fucci purse blends so well into the surroundings. I know, you can't even tell!.I wasn't online at all on Monday and I know there was some concern from my internet society friends. "Gasp!, P is not online?!". I know. Ludicrous. I'm that chick that can find a signal on the moon or at least a suspect, but worth the risk "internet "cafe" in Borneo.
Anyhoo, as soon as I walked into the hotel I asked about the internet setup. First things first. Catherine told me it was $40 a day. I started to laugh (in french): honh honh honh. No really how much is it, Cath?. Sorry Madame it is the best rate in Monaco because it is for 24 hours.
Zut alors.
Well we all know me: frugalistic. So I stayed without. Just sat on the bed watching the tele and guessing how many emails were left unattended in my inbox or daydreaming of who may have poked me on facebook.
There had to be a way to get on the interweb....for free. There just had to be. I started to think: What would Macgyver do?. So I started to play with some exposed wires at the back of the TV. Nope. Still no free internet. It just jacked up the channels. Macgyver sucked anyways.Another hour went by. It was nearly midnight and I had failed to slay the jetlag jaberwoccky, so aimless and bored I picked up the random pamphlets at the side of the bed. All in french, but because I have been brushing up on my french by podcast lately, I decided to read them.
The hotel talked about their green initiative. Bravo. Then mentioned how to escape during a fire. C'est tres necessaire. The last booklet seemed basic too, except one word jumped off the page at me instantly. It was the french word for internet!. *Note: if I never learn another french word after today, I don't care. Because guess what the french word for internet is?... Yup. "INTERNET"!.
*Note: I wanna give a shout out to Madame Alfano. Whoop Whoop, grade 5 french standup!. This day was our destiny.
My interpretation of the pamphlet was if I signed up for this program my $internet$ charge of $40/day would be waived for my entire stay. I didn't even read what I was signing up for. Sacrifice of my first born, the removal of my front teeth, donation de kidnies. I didnt care. I got dressed headed to the lobby and in my best Amistad said: "Give us us free".
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So there you have it. I'm here and we're reunited and neither of us have to pay for it!. I guess I could have used the free meet internet, but who wants to sit in a foyer all day. Ick.
I’ll update later, Im going to head to lunch and then to the track to get my legs back in the groove.
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