What a beautiful and eery day of travel it has been. Rain and fog, and walking/carrying/lifting the worlds heaviest suitcase through two european countries aka cobblestone as fuuuuuck. And through all that I have ended up at Cannes for the annual Cannes Film Festival - which is good because I meant to do that.
Ta-Da!! Just in time for Golden Hour... And Happy Hour!
My darling friend Ted Chalmers of TomCat films, the distributing company for a number of the shitty B horror films that I have starred in - is here, and has hired me to do some social PR shizz for him tomorrow at the event. Along with him is an asshole from the eastcoast (which is fine to say because he decidedly is one), and two very wunderbar German men, one older and a well traveled DJ who is also hilarious, and another much chiller one around my age that I at first thought was Clay Aiken.
Winning all the Oscars in 2017 - Keep your eye out for this semi-polished turd.
Holy fuck am I tired.
And in less than seven hours begins another amazing day! So type faster JIn, dammit!
The most amazing part of all of this trip has been the many mini-relationships I end up having. These momentary connections with some truly incredible people really stand out. On the train a woman sat down and asked me in French about using my phone charger so she could call her boyfriend. Turns out she's Italian, and we chatted a bit in English about how all the electronics in her life have been failing her lately (I could hear Trina Merry in my head talking about the retrograde of Mercury as she said this).
After she left, another woman asked to come sit with me and wanted to chat since she overheard that I'm from LA. (I was seated solo at a four person table on my second train of the day which I will compare to Greyhound, while the morning train was quite the Megabus experience - some of you other world travelers know what I'm talking about). She was also an Italian woman, also working in France, and had spent a year in San Francisco and had even spent time in Idaho of all places. She said it was pretty - which is the exact same response I give when people ask me about what it was like growing up there. Some things are universal.
Sidebar: That might also be a big truth bomb to some of you. Yes I am married, yes I grew up in Idaho. Those two things aren't exactly publicized because aa;lkdfjasl;dkfjasoidfn who cares, some things I like to have for myself and some things really don't benefit me at all for anyone else to know. I'll let you guess as to which is which.
Back to the trains! What lovely ladies! Even our cab driver in Florence, for Trina and I this morning to the train station, was excited to hear that we were from California, as he LOVED the United States AND it's onion rings, and had spent a month traveling the US with his wife for their honeymoon. They had both very much so wanted to return ASAP but were surprised with a baby instead - a baby which he says is surely a Californian Baby.
How amazing is that?? How charming and wonderful and just absolutely delightful that all those people came and left in my life so perfectly?
Seriously. What are the odds.
Plus, my train salad was delicious and adorable. Train people are nice, and so are teeny tiny salad dressing bottles.
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