Yesterday, I also forgot to mention that I went to the top of this steep hill and had the best pizza, better than the one in Pisa at this little French cafe. It was a four cheese pizza. Ahhhh, to die for. I went up to the guy behind the counter after finishing my meal and said, "I'm sorry I'm saying this to you in English, but that pizza was VERY good." He smiled and told me thank you. Then I remembered shortly after that I knew how to say very good. Tre bon. After walking up the hill, I went back over to this waterfall that I saw as I was coming up and climbed over a railing that was forbidden to get a better view of it and the city. Actually when I was coming up the hill, I tried to go behind the waterfall and even leaped over the locked metal door by crawling up the side of the steep hill and holding onto tree branches. A man was looking at me while I did it but didn't say anything. I didn't go as far as going down into cave-like thing that the waterfall was draping over because I was thinking that maybe there was in fact a reason why it was blocked off. I imagined it breaking and me falling all the way down this big hole or something. Then I wished that I had a girlfriend who pushed me just that much further and said to me, "Nah, just do it. You won't die, haha." I want a girl like that. The idea of a girl like that made me more adventurous and when I was walking back down the hill, I felt like I should have climbed into the waterfall cave so instead of walking just on the path down the hill, I ended up sliding down through this steep, forest like area and ending up at a high cliff area that was a little taller than I expected. I climbed down and hung from my hands, then let go, bending my feet when I landed and just avoiding injury. When I landed, I bursted into laughter at myself for acting so strangely, sitting their for about a half a minute in self amusement. Then I came to this gate that was locked and the only way to get past it would be to walk along this really narrow cement wall that overlooked a fall that would have actually really hurt me if I didn't do it right. But I did it anyway. It really wasn't that difficult, only nerve racking for that second of dangerous concentration; the moment when my body protruded over the edge was scary and sent adrenaline through me, giving me images of my feet slipping and everything going wrong from there. But I ended up safely on the other side. Silly boy. If I were my parent I would have been peeing and biting my fingernails at the same time.
I met three Australian people at the hostel, two of them a couple and one of them a guy that I was going to go to Monoco with yesterday but I decided to just see the town of Nice cause I only had one day. I also met a guy who was really into my music yesterday and kept sitting near me when I played the piano in the main hang zone of the Little Prince hostel. That's right, it was named after the Little Prince! It was called Villa Saint Exupery! I was thrilled when I found that out. On a lot of doors were pictures of different characters from the book! But anyway, I played him some of my songs. And George Winston is his family friend! I gave my information and he told me he would email me so I could let him know when the CD was done. I asked him for his information to be safer so I could send him my CD when it's done or send him an email when they're on iTunes but he said, "No, that's ok. I'll email you." I'm scared he won't. Cause that would just be so cool to know that one of my first customers was someone I met in Nice. He wasn't French though. I think he was American. But he kept saying how he thought I was so good and will definitely make it. That was nice. He said he wanted to go to music school too! I wonder if he'll go to Berklee. He said he's not good enough. Interesting.
So guess where I am. Barcelona? Nope. There was a train derailment today right ahead of me supposedly. So my train got delayed like three hours and I missed both of my connecting trains. It was ok though because I got the chance to talk to this really cute french girl on the train. I kept sitting closer to her through time, finding different excuses. The first excuse I found was when the train stopped due to the accident ahead and people started to get up to buy food from the cafe. I asked these other really cute french girls where they got the food and I enjoyed their smiles as well. I came back and decided to "randomly" sit closer to the first french girl (Alice) OBVIOUSLY just because there was more space there and there were fold out tables at those seats. Good excuse. I saw that she was studying and I said, "Escuse mua, parlez-vou Anglais?" She said "A little." I asked her what she was studying and that was that. She told me about how she was going to be a dentist. We talked on and off for a while. Eventually the trains started to move again but we were on a long detour. Other people got on the train and this one guy took my seat. He moved over and said, "Ok, you? Sit down, you can sit down," in a thick french accent. He was trying to be nice but I didn't want to sit far away from Alice again so I just kind of shook my head and said, "Thanks, um, no that's ok." People got up again to get a free meal from the train since they delayed us so much. I went to the cafe, got some more food, free this time and then I sat right next to Alice because there were people sitting at the more open space area now. At this point I was right beside her. Yes, I had smoothly come closer and closer. We talked about how gross the food was and how it smelled like dog food.
So I arrived in Marceille at about 4:30 and it took me about an hour and a half to sort out my new tickets for tomorrow (I got them for no extra charge after a little explaining which was hard to do with people that had a tough time understanding me) and then finally get a hotel room. I had to cancel my reservation with the Barcelona Hostel by going to a hotel (recommended by customer service at the train station) and using their internet. The hotel was booked so I just used their internet and then the guy behind the counter recommended a cheap place that he said is sometimes dirty. Well, I'm here and it's not bad. I'm using internet in my room which makes me happy. And I'm right next to the humungous steps of the train station! So tomorrow will be easy. Anyway, after checking into my room earlier tonight, I went out on the town. I walked down to the port checked out both the left and right sides surrounding the water. I bought a shitty Italien sub (Italien is the French spelling) and a pretty damn good chocolate crepe. The waitress was incredibly good looking too. Are you surprised to hear me say that? I went over to this building that was title something like, "The Famous Marceille Theater" and decided that if they were showing anything, I would try to see it. But they weren't. I also found an opera house but there was nothing showing. I know, I found an opera house finally! I felt so fulfilled after the invisible opera in Venice.
So one more night on my own on this crazy trip. I'm so glad I did this. So very very glad. And the world can happen in one night. Even when I'm getting in at eight pm tomorrow. But you never know. Anything can happen. So my travels are not done. Oh no. I'm gonna live it up tomorrow. Oh and before I go to Barcelona tomorrow, I might get up really early, like six am and go to this beach that's supposed to be well known and really nice in Marceille. We'll see if I go though. I do not want to miss that train at 12:42.
Love,
Stoddy.
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