Extended Stay In Bayonne

Trip Start Jul 11, 2008
Trip End Aug 06, 2008

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Monday, July 28, 2008

                Happy Birthday Michaela!!!
  I write to you as I wait at Coralie's house.  In the next hour we will drive to the train station and I'll take another 5 hour train ride to Paris.  But first, I have the weekend to talk to you about.
                Saturday, Coralie had to work during the day so her mom and I drove to spain.  This is only about 30 Km's away from Bayonne.  We went shopping and similar to us in California and Mexico, all the stuff in the Spanish speaking country is cheaper.  The two of us had lunch and then headed back home.  The country side here in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains is just beautiful.  It's almost somewhat like a miniature Austria.  Some interesting things about Spain, one can't pump their own gas like in Oregon.  People can smoke inside the restaurants.  In the restaurant we even had a women come up to us trying to sell us cheap touristic souvenirs.   Coralie's mom talked me into buying a bottle of alchohol.  Really cheap,  less than 10 Euros for a nice 1L bottle of vodka.
                We made it back home that afternoon, I took a little nap and then prepared for the night.  Coralie came home and we got dressed up to go to a club with her friends.  Now, my second clubbing experience.  The 5 of us, me and 4 girls, went to the beach to have some drinks.  An interesting cultural aspect I noticed is that the Europeans don't drink as fast as I've experienced at home.  This probably relates back to the fact that it's not so Taboo to drink in Europe as it is in America.  After the beach, it was about 00:30, we went to a club.  At the entrance we ran into some problems.  The "bouncer" at the door refused to let me in because my driver's license read's "Date of Birth: 04-09-1990".  In France, they write the birthdays in invert.  After 5 minutes of the girls arguing in French with him, he was still convinced that I was born on the 4th of September.
                So, we walked about 1 mile, to another club.  The guy at the entrance was a little bit smarter than the previous muscle head and allowed us all to enter.  This club was much more packed than the one I went to in Paris.  The music was about 20 percent techno/house/electro and 80 percent American music, stuff I was familiar with.  I danced...  a lot, and was just about as sweaty hot as I was for our senior prom. 
                At about 5 am, we left.  I made some friends outside, of course, it was two French guys.  Coralie says I talk to everyone and am very friendly.  But that's a good thing in my book.  We walked about two miles back to our car and made it home early that morning.  I slept until about 12:30.  This was Sunday now and at about 1 we had a huge wonderful rotisserie chicken meal.  After lunch, I spent time with Coralie's brother.  He is in his 20's and is in a band.  Dominique (Coralie's dad), Frederic (Coralie's brother), et moi  played guitar and I learned how to play a few new cords.  After music, Frederic and I went to the beach.  Basically, it was the French man teaching the California boy how to surf.  With only a limited amount of Experience from our vacations to Hawaii, this was difficult for me.  I never truly got to where I was standing up, but I did catch a few waves and get to the point of a new for a few seconds.  We spent most of the afternoon at the beach. 
At 8 o'clock we returned home to have a pizza dinner.  Interesting to me, it's a thin crust, with the cheese on top and all the ingredients underneath the cheese.  After dinner, fatigued from the lack sleep and battery of the sea, I went to bed shortly after.  I said fair well to Dominique, Coralie's dad, for I would not see him in the morning.  I really liked how he takes so much enthusiasm into explaining things to me in half English and half French.  He truly got twice as good in English during the days I was here.  He even called me from his work this morning to wish me Bon Voyage.
It was an interesting day for me.  With playing the guitar and surfing, two things I would love to do well, but really am not good at, I never really was in my element.  But never the less, I enjoyed it all. Then again, that's kind of what this trip is all about right?  I really appreciated all of Fredric's help and patience in teaching me those things
Ok well it's off to Paris, for the 4th time this month!  Talk to you soon.
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