I’ve been safely back in Montpellier for a week now, and it’s perhaps no surprise that I haven’t done a whole lot. Kathryn arrived barely two hours after me, and we’ve spent most of the time relaxing, with occasional shopping trips to continue furnishing the apartment.
The most interesting thing we’ve done culturally was to attend a screening of the film Casablanca. It’s one of my all-time favorites films — Kathryn is Team Citizen Kane, but I remember saying something about for better or for worse — and both of us enjoyed finally seeing the movie on a screen bigger than 42 inches. On the culinary front, we’ve mostly taken advantage of our favorite restaurants, although we did branch out far enough to have what was certainly the best hamburger I’ve ever had in France — if that’s not damning a place with faint praise.
After a strange two-and-a-half hours spent sitting on a concrete bench in Bordeaux, the rest of the bus ride from Spain last Friday was largely uneventful. Unlike the first bus, these riders were a considerate bunch, with nearly everyone just trying to get some sleep. The only excitement came as the border police decided to stop the bus for an immigration check. The bus never left France from origin to destination, so I was a bit surprised the police took an interest. When the officer arrived at my seat, he flipped through the pages in my passport slowly like he was looking for something, but I think he was just trying to judge my reaction. Five minutes later, we were all underway again, and ultimately I arrived in Montpellier more or less on time.
