Ok, on with my story. After the Louvre, I returned back to the hostel to meet 3 new roommates. Two from Vancouver and one from Montreal. We hung out for a little while and talked hockey before deciding to check out another side of Paris. The Latin Quarter. We found another girl from New York to go with us and then we were off. Once we reached the taxi station about 6 blocks down it started to rain very bad. The three girls jumped in one taxi and me and the french canadien guy decided last minute to take the metro to save money. The only problem was it was about midnight and the Metro was almost closed. No Problem, we can make it and it is free at this time. Bad Idea. We made it half way to the Latin Quarter but also a lot further from our hostel when the trains stopped running. As soon as we surfaced from the underground the rain was so much worse. It was seriously like Forrest Gump rain that felt like the middle of a monsoon. I grabbed a piece of cardboard nearby to use as a umbrella and headed to the taxi station. Not a single taxi was stopping. We waited around 20 minutes and decided it was a lost cause. Time to start walking. The rain picked up and the great thing about Paris is that it has so many sidewalk cafe's with a canopy that we didn't walk in the rain too much. We even met a french guy along the way named Rafael that was going to the same area as we were. It wasn't until we met Rafael that I looked at what my piece of cardboard said and read "Hizbollah = Terrorists" I quickly tossed that to the side and started walking in the rain with no cover from then on. Me, Rafael, and the guy from Montreal made it home with a quick stop off at the Eiffel tower to watch it through the downpour. Can't say that happens often, but it was an incredible night. The next day I woke up and was determined to make it to Normandy. After many trains and changes, I finally made it to the Omaha Beach around 2. The American Cemetary gave the most impact to me as I walked through thousands of white crosses. Then moved onto the lookout over the beach and just thought to myself for about an hour. I could almost picture the troops coming into the beach. But that is all I can describe about the feeling I had that day. I think it is something everyone should see on their own and experience that piece of World history. I know I will remember that day for a very long time after just being there. Paris ended bittersweet but on a good note. The next morning I caught a plane to Glasgow, Scotland where I am now and will update when I leave. Until then, have fun at work.