Being an Asian in Europe may be quite an experience. Before I'm even able to speak their languages fluently, there are already boys, men, and old fools going crazy for just my appearance. My 3 day house mate Gian Carlo in Siena, the entrance keeper of Bocca della verità in Rome, the man who lent me his phone to call Hsiaopei on my first day in Milano, a crazy drunk lady who really wants Alice and me to go to her house for dinner with her son, and now, a waiter giving me a note of his comment and his number while bringing the check in a café in Paris. Oh! European guys, you are such flirts.
Happy days in Marseille flew by. I mailed a box of goods to Jared. At the same time, I wasn't sure what to get Alice and Nicole. One day I was out around the port, I bought my childhood memory, GTO. That was later the gift for Alice wishing her GTA! My only thing in return for Nicole would be to speak French next time I meet her. I guess I can't ask Alice to let me stay in Marseille at this point. My french is getting better but still pretty broken.
Marseille felt like home because of the sea. I was so in love with the calanques. While I was walking around, I decided to get in planet sushi. There was a little sushi train running around the tables and I couldn't figure out how to ask the server, "do I must eat from the train instead of ordering in the restaurant?". Luckily, the tourists next to me spoke English. They translated and I got a Tiger role and tea. It was a delicious meal!
Oh! I miss the days I don't need to pack.
