Steve Jobs is not going to be a happy camper if I can't find a café whose power-plug will accept my adapter within the next twenty minutes. Unheard of.

First my host mom kept postponing calling her internet guy.
Then he never showed up.
She says we'll get him to come out Monday (when I have two weeks left?) and in the meantime I can keep using the wi-fi at neighboring cafés.

Well, they don't have internet after 8.
In fact, today they don't have internet at all.

When I find a place whose internet is working, the plugs don't fit my adapter.


What gives, Paris? I have so much love to give.