Hey there kids, let me tell you about a little place called Nice (pronounced neeeeeice). After waking up on the night train from Paris to Nice we were greeted to some of the most gorgeous landscape I have seen in awhile. Hills, mountains and ocean; perfect sun, perfect water, sailboats and even whales. We got picked up by our hostel's van service (if you know about traveling to hostels then you will understand the glorious convenience this is). The driver was blasting Amy Winehouse. I thought
gee whiz! Whales, Ocean, my beloved Amy...how could Nice get any better? And then I ate the hostel's Nutella cereal.
After Paris was all museums and homework Nice is well recieved relief. Since we arrived I have been buzzing with happiness.
Our hostel is a refurbished monastary. Here is the view from our window.
Not my dad's Honda Shadow.
I guess if I was bummin around France I would also train a cat to sit on my shoulders...
...or maybe a rabbit.
The water wasn't warm, everyone on land was wearing a jacket. Almost cool, but mostly just insane and uncomfortable.
True love is... wearing matching denim hot pants.
