|Lots of Santas in France - skinny ones too!|
After my siesta in Montpellier, France I headed out for a drink with Nicole. I told her about the Irish bar I had been to, and we ended up finding a different Irish bar called Fitzpatrick’s. This bar was much busier than the other one, but it was later in the day.
The good news was that this bar had a pool table! Bad news was it was across the alley in a lonely little room that the bartender would give you the key for. So we decided to stay in the bar where all the people were. We drank hard cider and chatted with the different bartenders.
One awesome thing in Europe is you can get these mini glasses of beer. Sometime you just want a half pint instead!
While sitting at the bar the bartender said that a guy down the bar wanted to buy us drinks. I was surprised, but told the bartender to go ahead and bring me another cider. The guy was in a military uniform and he came over to talk. He spoke perfect English, was from Germany, but was serving in the French military.
We chatted with him for a while about his life story and about our travels. At one point, I stumbled over my geography so he picked up a coaster and started ripping little pieces off the edge. I was laughing and asking what he was doing? He just told me to hold on.
He took a pen and started drawing in cities and then finally held it up for us to see.
He had made France! The coaster looked a lot like France on a map and he put the cities in for perspective. It was very clever and helpful. I still have my map of France. :o)
Eventually we headed back to the hotel, so we could get up early and figure out how to get to Spain.