I FINALLY HAVE INTERNET!

Thur, January 8 2009. 11: 48: 19
Munich, Germany

So, let me tell you a cool story about snow. It doesn’t happen in Marseille. The only reason for a delayed flight to Marseille, in fact, is rain. Which also doesn’t happen, so there really isn’t a reason. WRONG!
I have been sitting in various German airports for nearly two days, and I’m still there now. I have never in my life experienced worse travel conditions, and do you know why? ... FREAKIN’ SNOW!
IT SNOWED 15 CM IN MARSEILLE OVERNIGHT WHILE I FLEW TO GERMANY AND THE AIRPORT HAS BEEN CLOSED FOR TWO DAYS!
I have rescheduled my flight to Marseille alone 4 times now, once, the plane never left, and two hours after boarding they took us back into Frankfurt. Twice else I have rescheduled Direct. Once from Frankfurt, then I got a connection one from Munich to Marseille, which was also cancelled by the time the first plane landed. I gave up. I stayed in the airport « hotel » overnight (aka. Slept for 6 hours for the first time since 6h30 two days before.)
Finally, this morning I got up at 4h00 to catch my 6h15 flight that would finally get me there…. nope. Delayed four hours. Then cancelled. Am I going crazy, or did Marseille completely DIE from FLUFFY WATER?! So, on my fifth meal voucher from Lufthansa airlines, I’m sitting in a cafe about to eat something and have a good cold German beer. I had to write this in word because I won’t pay 8 euros for an hour of Internet.
My next flight is not to Marseille. I learned my lesson, the hard way, yes, but it was learned. I am flying to Nice. Provided that the roads are not still closed at 16h50 when I arrive there, I will catch a bus to the main train station, then a train to Aix-en-Provence, completely avoiding Marseille.
So. I’ve killed about an hour and I have 3 more until boarding. Maybe this time. I called Kelly Conway like 300 times in the past 48 hours, she probably knows me better than any of the other students in the system by now (or at least my weary voice).
On the up side, I started a patch collection of all the awkward places I have been so far (and got Mel a Germany patch for when I get back, as well as a Frankfurtien spoon for Danielle). I’ve seen more of Germany than I ever thought I would, and I have even learned basic « how the hell do I survive? » words in German; so, not fruitless…. :-/

For now I leave you with that:

Auf wieteshein und Gutentag

Good riddance.

Friday/Saturday January whatever wheneverthehell--EVERY WINDOW IN ALCATRAZ HAS A VIEW OF THE CITY

My room is a closet. At least I can see Aix in all its glory.

I’MSOFUCKINGPISSEDOFFRIGHTNOWICANBARELYBREATHE!

I finally made it into Marseille after spending another night in Munich, and I got the only cab driver in france who doesn’t know how to get to the cite de cuques. 60 euros later, I found myself at the gazelles (note, not the cite) and had to walk over 1.5 k to the place I was supposed to be with ALL MY SHIT! Meaning, two huge suitcases, an backpack to capacity and my purse which Im surprised wasn’t stolen.
I went to bed. Trying to be happy I was here. Nope. The bottom sheet is loose, and it squeaks, so I can’t sleep, either. I’m exhausted, and cant even fucking sleep. So, I thought: I’ll get up and create my Internet account so that I can at least talk to familiar people, its like 930 in the us. NEITHER FUCKING PASSWORD THEY GAVE ME WORKS!
So, nix that.

Whats next?

Seriously, I’m probably gonna fail all my classes anyway.
I don’t speak French.
I hate everything right now.
I wanna go home…


Wednesday, January 21 19h17

Wow that last one was depressing.
I am now sitting here listening to jason mraz much happier thank you. I have already made pleusiers amis... most from paris ironically enough.
Im totally gonna lose a ton of weight here...i eat well, but like not a ton and i walk EVERYWHERE. not even kidding...45 minutes...whatever, man. cake.

so...I found an oxygen/hooka bar here and were gonna go this weekend...next weekend im going to saint paul de vince on of the prettiest villages in france...
dont you think?

Were going to the museum of picasso's work there...and then to the 2 chateaux on the top there...finally going to the church at the base of the mountain...

The beautiful scenery in Aix makes up for the hideous yellow wallpaper with leaves in my room. I got a purple comforter. And wine. And smirnoff ice. And bread. And cheese. And pate. And Stella Artois for 1 euro. And, oh yeah, chocolate...oh dear god, chocolate.

I may go to venice for Carnival with a bunch of French people. I can't wait. Costumes, cake, champagne, capes, masks, pretty people... heh.
I met some quebecois. they're pretty cool. One's really hot.
I saw someone last night a ladies free champagne night at Cuba Libre who literally danced like John travolta in Saturday Night Fever...didn't help that they were playing Grease.
This is the only place where one club plays grease, salsa, zouc, and techno in the same night... hehe. i love france, no matter how often i want to just be the ugly american here, too, my clothes fit in too well and they just think im british. plus, my friends and i are now the shizznit because of obama...everyone keeps saying "yes we can" in precious french accents....
thats all for now...no more long posts. i just had to catch you all up...plus i had to write those other ones in word cause of no interwebs...hehe

peace. love. and crackers.
kerch