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September 6th, 2015 A tall gentleman wearing a tailored black leather jacket appeared before us. He had that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. His eyes were so deep, a vivid blue as the Mediterranean Sea that softly melted into a milky green. His dark tan skin made him look incredibly handsome. His chiseled scruffy jaw lifted with a pleasant smile. Every French word he said sounded so beautiful but there was a slight problem, I could not understand a word that he was saying. “Je ne parle pas Français,” I said. He switched the dialogue to Arabic. I stood there with a blank stare in my eyes and shrugged my shoulders as I shook my head no. “Tú hablas Español?” he continued. “Sí” I shouted ecstatically. Moad use to live in Barcelona and had recently relocated to Marsielle for work. Moad introduced his friend Enzo to Andrea and I. Enzo was from Marseille and could only speak French. As we walked around the Au Vieux Port de Marseille we made our way into the narrow cobbled alleys that were filled with the aroma of French cuisine, boutique shops, hip bars and little markets selling dried fruit and spices. Moad asked us what we had planned for the rest of the evening. To be quite honest we were sailing wherever the wind took us. Moad started lecturing us, “No pueden andar caminado aqui de noche solas. Necesitan un hombre para que las pueda proteger!” He was a man with a good sense of humor. It was getting late and Marseille resembled a ghost town. Moad offered us a quick tour of the city in his car. Andrea and I looked at each other and smiled. Moad drove us around and showed us his favorite part of the city. We parked the car at small park at a top of a hill. I felt the breeze of the ocean touch my skin. I kept my eyes on the ground to make sure I didn’t fall flat on my face as I slowly made my way down an uneven stone walkway. “VAMOS!” shouted Moad as he started climbing some rocks. I gave him a puzzled look. I was unsure how to manage climbing the rocks while wearing a maxi dress and flip flops. Moad starting walking towards me and threw me on his shoulders as if I were a rag doll. We conquered the rocks and found ourselves standing on a big stone platform right next to the Mediterranean Sea. I stood near the edge and felt my toes getting wet as water oozed slowly onto the platform. Time passed by as our bodies laid there being mesmerized by the twinkling stars in the sky. I felt as if I could stay in that moment forever; I was at peace.