And read the post below this that john just put up and his single serving friends one because I always seem to post one like 5 seconds after John does, so mine are always at the top so I feel bad.
We were really gettin the hang of Nice just when we had to leave, the last night we had a few beers while strollin down the beach with a bunch people. It was late, early morning I guess and there's all kinds of people out. A guy had wheeled up a piano, there were a group of hippies playing guitars, some dude dressed up in native clothes climbing up a lamp post, you know the usual, there were also tons of roller bladers who couldn't skate worth a damn but when they got up to their line of pilons...these guys were amazing.
It was funny, we were hanging out with some girls from the hostel, one of em was kind of a looker, and blond too, so the groups of creepy twenty, thirty, and forty something frenchguys, of which there were many, would come up and say shit like "hey baby," "do you wanna suck me?" "what are you doing tonight, you come with me?" But after their opening line, they had nothing, they had no game past their one line. I guess if the girls wasn't blown away by that kind of charm, that was it, there was no follow up. So these clowns would come up bust out lines like that, and then they wouldn't know any english after that, so John and I would end up having nice, normal conversations with these guys in french...Ha, they try to seem all hardcore, but they only have one line of english. Ahhh Nice.
Time for Marseilles. Remember how I said that every day in europe was garbage day. Well that's true of everywhere except Marseilles. The streets reeked of garbage, and occasionally, sewage, shit, and vomit (sometimes all at the same time). So I had a great time there. But the hotel was nice and McDonalds had a deal for students. Agh, blasphemy, McDonalds in France. Believe me, I wasn't really up for staying out on the streets much past 7 oclock though. Then off to Montpelier which was the exact opposite, a beauty, a real gem. Nice, clean, friendly people, always garbage day, which I now quite appreciate incidentally. And in Monpelier don't worry we hit up a beauty bakery, and got a croissant, a salted baguette (man, it was amazing), and a pain au chocolat, which is basically a croissant filled with chocolate...need I say more.
Right around then, I felt a little spent, kinda done with the trip. And then we got to Barcelona, and now I'm revived. What a cool place, tomorrow, I think we're gonna hit up the beach, picasso's place and some more of the old town. This place looks like North American cities for the most part, except for the old town part, which is euro at it's best. It has old school buildings, then you'll run into a piazza (I know they're probably not called piazzas in spain but who cares) with huge palm trees everywhere. And every corner you turn, there's some uber talented musician playing. Some guy was playing "My way" by sinatra on some flat table guitar thing. And we saw a guy with El Mariachi skills playing a traditional spanish song on the old guitarra. It was amazing. And then you'll run into great streets like the one in the pic to the right, that are beautiful and narrow and empty, it's crazy. This was pretty much a quick update, but I've got another beauty story coming up about what happened on the train this morning. I was starting to feel like I didn't have much to blog about, and seconds later some shit goes down, so hang on I'll write it up as soon as possible.
Angry Neil
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