Whew! Well, I’m really glad that I didn’t go out with the hostel group last night! Matt (the Australian) and Sean (the American) came in (drunk) at 5am and promptly started snoring… yep. I managed to get back to sleep, but apparently Alison was kept up for a while. Lovely! Anyways, we ended up sleeping in until 11am (guess we needed it!) and ended up chatting with Matt, Sean, and a few of the other guests (all of whom were hungover). They were all in need of some strong coffee and some breakfast, so we all headed over to a café across the street for tortillas (basically a vegetarian omelet) and coffee or, in my case, orange juice. It was fun chatting and watching tennis on the TV with a bunch of people from different countries. After about an hour, everyone headed in their separate directions.
Alison and I were heading to the train station, but since we had some time to kill, we stopped at a bakery and had some fresh squeezed orange juice and a pastry. Of course when it was time to leave, it was raining.
Photo: Mountains surrounding Sanse
Somehow we got mixed up on timing and we arrived back at the French boarder an hour early…we meant to get there 30 minutes early (so we could be sure to have time to get our train tickets), but we got confused. While we were waiting in the station, just hanging out talking, a homeless guy (who we had never seen before) suddenly came up and started yelling at Alison. He was getting right in her face and then he tried to kick her back and kind-of got her leg as well. He grabbed her can of fanta and threw it at her feet (which promptly spilled everywhere). The people sitting around us quickly came over and two guys pushed the homeless guy away (who was still shouting) and yelled at him. A man who works in the train station came and made the homeless guy leave, but we were absolutely confused why he chose Alison to attack! We had never even seen him before! In any case, she’s totally fine (except for her shoes are sticky from lemon fanta…) and now has quite the story to tell!
We got back to Tyrosse around 5pm and Alison stayed for dinner. It’s been a while since she’s been here, so my host family was happy to see her! After dinner, I drove her home (using the Volvo, of course) and the radio station was playing some epic classical music. On the way back it felt really cool to be zooming down these little roads, through the woods, in the dark with practically no cars around…all to the soundtrack of intense symphonies.
Unfortunately I didn’t do any lesson planning this weekend… dang. Guess I’ll have to catch up tomorrow!
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