Eurotrashy

I promise an actual post in the near future, though I'm getting the feeling that I might have to back-populate given the massive amount of pictures I've taken. I meant for this blog to be a near-daily chronicle, but as it turns out, blog-able things tend to happen in sporadic spurts.

One thing I will say: European men are SO, SO, SO forward. A quick glance or, well, a pretty obvious attempt to ignore them is a green light in their eyes. Whether a 30-year-old men trying to, uh, take me on a tour of cité/have dinner with me/invite to me his home in Marseilles... or a skeevy, skeevy law student asking for my number (he asked for my facebook after I told him I didn't have a phone. Then I gave him a fake name)... well, I bet I'll have some interesting stories by the time I get back to the states. Perhaps my professor summed it up best:

"I was wandering through the arcades and took a wrong turn into some small alley. This guy came up to me - I couldn't tell if he was asking me if I wanted a husband or if I wanted hashish."