I, on the other hand, had visions of Sara and I sipping champagne in Cassis, waiting for the Canadian to finish his run. See, I'd never been to Cassis -- but the photos I'd see were something like this:
Well, Marseille? Meet Texas. And y'all should know, you messed with the wrong Texan. So picture this giant van on a tiny narrow French street, blocking traffic and people honking. And me yelling at the guy that he owed me change, and telling him that it was ridiculous (in some combination of French and English) that it would be 9 Euros "pour les bagages". He finally grabbed a wad of Euros and flung them at me, yelling at me in Arabic. Whatever dude. Don't try and bite the tourists because you might get one who bites back. (Later, someone said "you should have gotten his cab number" and I said "406" -- seriously, don't mess with me -- I notice this shit)
So, that was annoying. But it was totally made up for by the awesome hotel we stayed in, Mama Shelter. Sara explains a little about it here, but what she doesn't tell you is all about the awesome lobby...where you can buy all kinds of naughty things for your romantic getaway.
So, we went on with the rest of our weekend and then it came time for the Canadian to race. This was the route:
So, the morning of the race, after Sara and I stop at Starbucks (as you do when you're in Marseille), we drove to Cassis...well, not really. We almost got to Cassis -- we couldn't *actually* go down the mountain into the town because the police had the route barricaded off except to certain cars. So we walked 4 miles, in howling wind, down the mountain to pick up the Canadian.
I was *ahem* displeased. Sara kept saying "it's an adventure!" and in my head I was thinking "I will kill this Canadian when I get my hands on him for running this race". So we made it down to Cassis and met up with Honey's Honey while I had some wine and pampelmousse (grapefruit) to take my irritation away. And it was then that Honey's Honey told us that Honey Jr. had given her a parking pass that got her past the police and down into the town.
Um, hey Honey Jr.?? That would have been NICE TO KNOW!!! But it's ok, I've forgiven him...mostly.