Heartburn, xylophone, oh, and Marseille

So here I sit in my bed, with heartburn and no heartburn medicine. That was stupid of me. And Thomas or Hugo is playing the xylophone, annoyingly and I can feel a headache coming on. Anyway....

I am starting to panic about going home. I am more worried about returning home that I was about leaving it. France is just so relaxing and I have no problems here. I am really going to miss all my French buds. They have been so kind to me!

Jonathan left this week. He was the Swedish boy in the room next to me. He got mugged the last night he was here. On our street. Boy do I love living in the ghetto. They stole his wallet with 500 Euro. Don't ask me why he had 500 Euro on him at night. Not smart. Anyway, the children did a little presentation for him and Marie and Natsu sang. Just another day with the Partridge Family I guess.

This past weekend the group took an overnight vacation to M

arseille. I was really looking forward to it because all the books I read in grammar and litterature were by the author Marcel Pagnol and many of them were based in Marseille. It is the second largest city in France. So now I have visited the largest, Paris, second largest, Marseille, and third largest, Lyon! Before heading to the city, we took a hike in the Calaques of Cassis. It was probably the prettiest site I have seen here in France. The water is so clear and blue here. 

The pictures do it no justice. It was super hot though and I had fun swimming in the ocean afterwards in Cassis. I almost drown. No joke. We had been swimming in the water for about 15 minutes and decided to swim out to the bouyies. This whole time I was treading water. When we got to the bouyies I realized that there was a strong undertow. Then I tried swimming back and seriously had a moment of panic. The beach wasn't far but I was so tired. Luckily, I made it back! Then I learned that Sakinah had gotten stung by a jelly fish. Had I gotten stung by a jelly fish in the undertow, I would have died. 

That night we went to Marseille. We ate at the White House. Or at least that's what they called it, "La maison blanche." The food was delicious. Afterwards the city was so crowded and alive because the soccer team was in the finals and it was the last game. They won their match, however, the team who came in first won their match, too, so Marseille was in second. Yeah, that took me a long time to figure out. Afterwards I was dead tired, so I went back to the hotel and konked out. 

The next day I did some tourist browsing on the rue de Canbiere, kind of like the Champs Elysee of Paris. Then we walked around the port and headed to the beach. It was a nice relaxing Sunday. 

I have just finished up the last of my horrid work. I have one more grammar test tomorrow. A final on Thursday for oral. A final on Monday for grammar.  And a final on Tuesday for history (I still have no idea what is going to be on that). I am really starting to flip out. No offense, but I don't really want to go home yet. 

Well, time to go enjoy my last nine days =( ......

Oh and one last thing. Please note the difference in the toilet paper. Also, I just learned the other day why there are two buttons on the toilet. One for pee (that uses less water) and one for poo. Learn something new everyday! Oh and I am sad that I have not seen a buday. I don't know how to spell that.