After Morocco, the vacationing really went into full-swing, leaving little time to report on all the fun adventures I was having, but I'm making up for that now.
Wendy's already talked about Cannes, but it was one of my first trips after most of the 7-month contract assistants left, and I felt so proud of myself. I got to the train station ten minutes before my train was to leave, bought my ticket, and hopped on. I packed nothing more than the barest of toiletries, a camping towel, and a change of clothes, all into my purse.
Indeed, in Cannes, there were plenty of people dressed up to the nines, trying to look like they were somebody. And there were people with cameras, who would stop you for your picture, if you were hot enough (I was not). It was wonderful, just to soak in the ambiance, though I took a little hike up a hill and saw some murals too. I didn't have the right, I mean, I wasn't allowed, to go see any of the movies or go into the tents, but that evening I met up with my friend Kelvin and we saw the beginning of Das Boot.
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That weekend I also got to see Antibes, and meet Kelvin's friends from work, and watch them drunkenly chase girls.
