About a month before the Paris trip, a few of us in the group wanted to take a weekend trip together. Like I said, we all got along really well and we were surprisingly close. After some planning, we decided to take a train to Marseille, a port town in the south of France. A couple weeks beforehand, the Marseille group grew to 8 or 9 people and we needed somewhere to stay. So, I did some digging and found a sick, cheap apartment on this site: http://www.homelidays.com/. The site is pretty fantastic if you do it a few weeks in advance and if you have people to split the housing cost with you.
I was really, really nervous because when I’ve planned something, I want to work well. I even wrote down instructions from the train station to the apartment. Sadly, the streets in Marseille are more confusing than anticipated. I spent half an hour walking the group up and down the street trying to find the place, when I gave up and asked help from one of the guys (he’d gotten into Marseille earlier than the rest of us). Kinda made me mad because I’m really independent and stubborn and in all honesty a bit of a control freak, but at least it was sunny out.
We finally got to the apartment where we met the owner. This was what it looked like:
I was incredibly relieved that it turned out even better than I had hoped for. Our view was amazing too:
After meeting with the owner and getting the key, we went out to get some groceries to avoid eating out. We had a little family dinner that night and just hung out and played cards. It was great to have a relaxing trip. There really isn’t much to do in Marseille, and it’s a pretty dirty city, although the views are awesome. I’m so glad we got the apartment, and we chose to enjoy it together.
The next day, I got up and went to take pictures and go find Notre Dame de la Garde, the church on top of the hill.
I didn’t know where I was going but since the church was on a hill, I just went…up. An hour of walking later, and I finally found it. It was nice to know that I could find my way around alone. It was also a relief to be by myself and think for a while. It gave me a chance to stare at this view for as long as I wanted:
It was a good day for me. I descended the hill then walked around and checked out all the stores for a while. If you know French, then you know the people of Marseille have a bizarre accent, so I was pretty entertained just listening to them.
That night we made dinner and hung out for a bit. Then me and Leah went out to dance and had some pretty interesting experiences. For example, there was a very, very drunk man talking to us right before we were getting ready to leave. When we walked toward the door, he grabbed me in a bear hug from behind and said in broken English “Come back, come back! I sorry, I French kiss!” Not very appealing.
Sunday morning, we went back to the Grenoble. Marseille was really relaxing and it was awesome to be able to hang out with the group that’d I’d become so close to.