What a Saturday we had! We were bombarded with strangers in the apartment in the morning - though to be fair they OWN the apartment, so they aren't technically strangers. Two dudes show up. Then a dad. Then the guy who is tiling the floor. It was a very busy place, so we went for a walk through a quaint little Christmas Market, full of white hair and small children. The harbour was bustling with Holiday tunes while people bought gifts, hot wine and fresh produce. After our stroll we go longboarding with the guys (one is a pro, and does some sweet slides) and then climb into the car for a mini Saturday Afternoon road trip. We travel down the motorway towards the fishing town of Sete. Here we walk beside huge fishing boats, reeking of their success. A fisherman is selling hammocks from his old fishing nets and another is applying a fresh coat of paint to his pride and joy. We stop for a crepe in the park, filled with Creme de Marron (chestnut cream), and drive home via an unintentional detour through a winery! We have big plans awaiting us in the evening: Sushi. Another busy trip takes place in the huge supermarket (think walmart... food, toys and housewares) where we fight our way through the Christmas crowds, elbows up. Raw Salmon steaks, Tuna steaks, Soy Sauce, Rice and of course Wasabi. We are ready. Many hours later we at last sit down to eat our grande Japenese feast in the company of new friends. Post-dinner, with sushi babies on the way, we grab our coats and hit the town. First (and only) stop: "The Irish Corner." The only thing really distinguishing this pub as an Irish one, was the fact that it had Guinness on tap. With a DJ spinnin' beats and bright lazer-lights attacking our retinas, we quickly discovered the truth about French "Irish" Pubs, and how unlike pubs they really are. The patrons were sipping on redbulls and vodka, instead of pounding back pints and eating chips. But it was fun, we drank from "Le Girafe," a ridiculous long tube (hence the giraffe) with our own personal tap, and shook our booties. The night ended after a few donuts on the roundabouts, and another hangout in the beach house. This morning Nick & I proposed a Canadian breakfast, so the boys are off buying supplies: Eggs, Bacon, Toast, Fried Potatoes... the whole nine yards. Wow.
Tomorrow we head to Marseille, a pretty little town down the coastline. Its about a 2hour drive, and we are going to try our luck at hitch hiking in Europe. Our new friend, Mathieu, has graciously lent us his empty apartment for a few days. With map & keys in hand we will (hopefully) find our way there. Happy Sunday.
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