To Marseille…I Think

Due to our late night, we all woke up. Patrice was kind enough to head out and pick up some croissants and other breakfast pastries for breakfast. He warmed them up, but I was talking to him and he was trying so hard to understand what I was saying (in French) that the goodies got a little too much heat. They were good though, I just scraped mine off a little bit. We hung out for the afternoon and then enjoyed a pasta lunch and headed out. From what I heard, we were headed to Marseille! I love the water <3

About 45 minutes into our trip, Patrice received a phone call from work and pulled over to the side of the road. Julie was worried that he would have to go back and fix whatever the problem was; this would lead to us not being able to go to Marseille. During the 30 minute phone conversation, Julie and I had a short English lesson and then we got the go ahead to head on towards Marseille.



We wound up going to a little town across some body of water from Marseille. We picked up one of Julie’s friends and headed to the water. It was very windy and cloudy, but just beautiful. I guess the Southern French are not a fan of the wind because it can make things so cold, but honestly, it was not cold just like a warm fall day, right before a storm…lots of wind! We got to take pictures of the harbor and the sea with shots of a lighthouse. It really was a nice little stroll around. We could see Marseille in the distance, it was sunny there...and not here, in Carry de Rouett (but it was still beautiful!)

We headed back to the car and then kept walking and wound up at a little café looking at the harbor. We all ordered waffles; Julie and I got hot chocolate on ours, her friend got whipped cream and Patrice got chestnut cream. We were all happy with what we received and it was a nice way to spend some more talking. I did not understand her friend…at all and she did not understand me at all. I tried to say something to her but when I speak French, I am very nervous and embarrassed and so I speak quietly. Her friend had problems hearing so between my low voice and the horrible accent we just smiled at each other.

After we went to drive Julie’s friend home and stopped by her parent’s house. They were very nice and her father looked and seemed Greek to me. I found out later he was Sicilian. We sat around talking for a bit and saw pictures of her giant dog, who they are training to be a water rescue dog. It was cool.