Marseille

I have been a really bad blogger. Just terrible. I just am trying to keep busy at all time. It may or may not have to do with the fact that I am living with strangers that I can’t really talk to without feeling like a big dumb idiot. It's really hard. I like to eat dinner with my host mother and then peace out for bed and FaceTime with my family. If anything I am doing them a favor. Who wants to hang out with an awkward American? I think nobody. 

So last weekend I went to a little big city called Marseille. Very cool place. Very crazy drivers. Like just absolutely nuts. Motorcycles and scooters are allowed to weave in and out of traffic. How is everyone not dead there? I don’t get it. And buses. Those things are just crazy. We got in a traffic jam made out of three busses and a weird tourist train. They are truly problem solvers over here. 

Marseille was great because it wasn’t Grenoble. Not that Grenoble is bad, but I explained before why it’s hard for me to really thrive there. We stayed at this crazy cool apartment that had about 6 little cockroach friends. It was a little frightening but we had a dude who stepped on those motherfuckers and killed half the population dead.

So in Marseille, a bunch of people live in these buildings made of cement and in the middle is kind of like the courtyard. It’s hard to explain. So just pretend you understand. The moral of the story: it is very echo-y. It was night. Me and my two best buds were discussing something half heartedly as we were halfway asleep and we hear this noise. We all hushed our voices, thinking maybe it was a person calling for help, but how wrong we were. It was the noise of a “petite mort” which means “little death” which is an orgasm. And this French woman was having the time of her life. She was a very happy camper. She orgasmed like an Ox. It was INSANE. And we heard it 4 more times throughout our stay. It was nuts! Just nuts. 

Honestly, we just needed Marseille so we didn’t go insane. We didn’t do anything truly spectacular except became better friends and met some Irish weirdos who told us we didn’t need school to learn French and then did a perverted tongue flick aka he was telling us that to learn French you need to do some oral sex? Wish it was that easy.