Mar-sigh (May 5th)

Both glad that we met a native english speaker to hang out with, Alex and I set out on our way to see the city of Marseille. We thought we would trek it out along the seaside and make our way to the Notre Dame Cathedral. On the map, the walk didn't look TOO long, but as always, it was a lot longer than we thought. Oh well, it was beautiful outside and we didn't mind the walk.

So yeah...Alex. I really enjoyed talking with him at first, mainly cause he spoke my native tongue and that was nice. However, as the day wore on, he stated to get on my nerves more and more. He had some weird views on faithfulness in relationships and he wouldn't shut up about Canada and how everybody probably loved him BECAUSE he was Canadian. I held my tongue, but really I just wanted to spout off just how AWESOME AMERICA IS!!! Damn right!

He wasn´t as bad as Red Jared, but he was starting to wear on me.

But anyway, we walked around the city and stopped a few times to get some beers. On our walk home, I decided that I wouldn't join him and his friend for dinner that night...he just annoyed me too much.

When I got back to my room I ate my grocery store ham and butter sandwich (mmmm yum!) and read Angels and Demons, by Dan Brown. I thought it would be cool to reread that seeing as how I've actually been to some of these places now.

I was just finishing up my meal when the a new roommate walked in. His name was Mike and he was a Brit who had, get this, been motorbiking around Europe for the past 19 months! How insane is that? Granted, the first thing he did was make fun of what I was reading, but it didn´t matter.

He was a former sports writer and he spoke French and Spanish and probably Swahili along with every other language on the planet. He actually helped translate a conversation between me and my French roommate...both of us couldn't understand the others language, which made our conversations a bit confusing.

Mike was 42 and he was actually writing and filming a bit of his journey that he hopes to someday make into a book or television show, which I think is a great idea. Just a very interesting guy.

We chatted for a good long while. He was great to talk to cause he was very layed back and seemed interested in my past as much as I was of his. Great conversation.

After that, I hit up the beach AGAIN and tried to duplicate last nights wine and sunset experince, but alas, there were clouds covering the horizon, completely blocking the sun. Oh well, probably wouldn't have been the same anyway.

The wine, however, was the same and sure enough I staggered back to the hostel again. I was glad to see that Mike was still up. We chatted for awhile longer, bought a few rounds, then headed off to bed.

No sunset, but no problem.