The French education system seems perfectly set up for anybody looking to earn money yet maintain a good lifestyle. As soon as I got here they handed me a lengthy piece of paper which outlined the vacation schedule. I was thinking to myself it would be non-stop until Christmas...How wrong I was! On October 20th I was to be set free from the school and allowed to do anything I pleased (within reason) for two weeks. It was then I remembered that my good friend Josh and his Brother Jeremy were to be visiting France sometime in October. I got in touch with them and immediatly I had a plan, which was a good plan. The Plan was to go to Paris for Josh's birthday, and then go to Dublin For Jeremy's birthday. Simple, effective and a thousand times better than staying in Caen with nothing to do for 2 weeks.The two Ewings arrived in Caen on a Wendsday night and we immediatly got into some wine drinking, card playing and chating. They seemed to have a travelling vineyard in the trunk and we managed to put a good dent into it in two nights. We stuck around Caen for two nights until I was finished teaching and then headed to Paris. In Paris we met Josh and Jer's cousins Tom and Julie along with Julie's boyfriend Paulo and pal Roscoe who were both fun loving Portuguese folk. In Paris we stayed at a pretty high class place, because of course, we were travelling with a poker player, where dollars slide in and slip out with ease. The time in Paris was well spent between eating fine meals that would start at 10pm (early), with some wine, and end at 12:30am or later, with, of course, a bottle of wine. During the days and nights we filled our time with some tourist sight seeing such as the Notre-Dame, the river Seine and Julie's apartaments. We also got to watch Roscoe show off his skills by pretending he was tarzan above the Seine, let me explain; there is a tree with some vines coming down it and Roscoe would jump out, grab a vine, fly out above the river and then come back to the safety of the wall. I really thought he was going to go in to the dirty Seine and it would be a mess, but all turned out well everyone had a good hoot and holler.Most mornings we would make sure that we got our full amount of sleep, which may or may not have been somewhere between too much and way too much sleep, but all the same, the maids would wake us up before they went home and that seemed to be good enough for us. Each night we found ourselves at a more luxurious restaurant and even had a few of the local Parisians Join us for a hug and a laugh. I had the same hair style going as a guy in a restaurant called, "Chez Paul", therefore, we both told the other to say hello to each others grandmothers. So, grams, if you read this, "hello" from your long lost Parisian relative who's hair is similar to mine. I can only hope that he remembered to fulfill his half of the promise.SO, after spending a 5 days in Paris it was time to leave. We had lived the fine dining and fine drinking life, as far as I've known it and looked pretty darn good doing it. So there we were off to Cork Ireland getting ready to enter the realm of Guinness Brew and magical scenery. That however, is for another day.