Brian and I had a good relaxing weekend.  We took walks and did a lot of talking, we are getting to understand a lot about eachother and ourselves that can be difficult to understand and discuss at the same time, but it has been really good and very intense.  Our plans for the future continue to change and be flexible all the time.  On Monday we moved to a new host in Montpellier.  We met Alex in Place de la Comedie by the fountain.  He is full of energy and bursting with ideas about life.  On our way to his apartment we stopped for warm pain au chocolate, basically a freshly made flaky croisant pastrie with chocolate inside...mmmm...so good.  We walked out of the inner city and walked for a good half hour and then up four flights of stairs to his very spacious home.  While Brian and Alex played Chinese Billiards, I sat outside on the balcony in a hammock chair, sun on my face, eyes closed.  Alex and Brian eventually came out and we sat for awhile talking about our jobs, or lack thereof.  We went for anther really nice walk from his apartment, up the river, where we sat in the sun and talked some more about living life.  We made our way to a bakery and then the market.  A friend of Alex came over and both Brian and Alex made a dish for dinner.  Everything was delicious.  The next morning we slept in and relaxed.  I read my book on the balcony and Brian did what Brian likes to do.  In the afternoon we went to a restaurant where a friend of Alex, who is a travelling chef, was preparing for a big party that night.  Brian and Alex and some other friends helped to prepare some of the food and I helped to set the tables for 70 people.  Brian and I went for a quick walk before dinner and realized a great festival was that night, it was Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, Time to Party!!  People were out in costumes, playing instruments and the police were everywhere.  When we returned to the restaurant we sat down to an amazing meal and great conversation with a bunch of strangers sitting at our table; the event was all about bringing many different people together to sit down to a meal and get to know somebody new.  There were two entertainers, storytellers.  And even though, most of the time, I had no idea what they said, they were brilliant and so animated.  I loved it.  Back at home I finished Mary Reilly and moved onto Sex in the City, a very short but interesting read.  In the morning we packed and found a cheap hotel.  We bought some pain au chocolate and walked to the river.   We were sitting on a bench when a family on their bicycles passed us and the boy fell.  He fell really hard and got up cussing and saying he had surely broken his arm.  I thought maybe hi had sprained something or broken a finger, but when he came moaning over to our bench and politely asked to sit down, we saw his arm.  Somewhere between his elbow and his wrist the bone had broken completely in half.  You could see it bent over at an awkward angle and his fingers all curled up from the stress on his tendons.  His parents got on the cell phone.  He did not cry, only breathed and cussed.  Brian turned white and nearly passed out, so we got up and walked away so as not to cause more problems.  As we got further away and talked about the incident it went from being really awful and amazing that the kid was not screaming his head off to being really funny about how squeamish Brian is.  We made our way through town and finally found a pizza place.  We watched him make our pizza, then ate it outside by a couple playing the guitar and singing songs.  Eventually they came over and we shared our pizza and talked about people, culture and travelling.  We went back to our hotel and ordered some wine and ate green olives, which I have come to love.  The next morning we went to a different hotel, nicer but cheaper.  I got tv fuzz in my eyes, so I knew I was in for a migraine.  We laid down and then Brian left for his second appointment with his osteopathe, another amazing experience I am sure he will share in his blog.  Then he came back with makings for a sandiwich on french bread.  Tomato, lettuce, avocado and mayonaise, which by the way, is also amazing here, as is yogurt in glass jars, red wine, cheese, bread, pastries, chocolate, tea and most other foods.  We then went for a short walk to a chocolatier, where you can see them make the chocolate and put all our change on the counter and the jolly man behind the counter filled our bag with goodies, a couple extra just for drooling all over the window.  We stayed up most of the night talking.

This morning we left for Nice.  It was a really nice four hour train ride.  Mostly I listened to my music and looked out the window.  I ran into a song on my MP3 player that I had forgotten was there.  Check it out on youtube, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7zBr96m_VI

I never really listened to the words before, but Brian and I listened to it and realized what a cool song it is.  We walked to our new hosts apartment and ate lunch.  Then we went to the rocky beach and sat by the sea and watched the sun set, the clouds a firey pink for at least an hour and a half.  And in that last half hour as we heaved rocks into the water the light green water turned pink.  Nice really is nice. 

I am really missing my Josie.  It is hard to pet dogs here, they are so independent.  They go everywhere with their people, on trains, buses, in stores and most of the time they are not a leash.  The only bad part is the poo everywhere.  Always watch where you are walking.

And so I give you all 2, 3, or 4 kisses on your cheeks (depending on where you are from) and bid you adieu for the evening.  To sleep we go and tomorrow a bright new day in a bright new city.