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<Liz> So I took a vacation and didn't tell you about it. Here's the rundown:
Adrienne and I left at an ungodly hour of 5:30 to get to the Airport via RER transport. We lucked out and didn't have to pay extra to get from the normal train system to the airport. We caught a flight to Nice and walked out into high heat and humid air. Palm trees greeted us and we took the scenic route via bus into Nice. We discovered our little hostel/hotel and settled in.
Adrienne called to me from the bathroom at one point upon our arrival, "Liz? Can you push on the door?" "Sure." I ended up nearly breaking the sucker down... There was no handle and she had pushed it closed and we were unable to open the door. Thus, my friend was stuck in the bathroom. We chatted and laughed through the predicament from one balcony to the next and decided that I would go and ask for help. I went to the front desk and told the lady that my friend was closed in the bathroom and there was no handle to open the door with. She brought a pair of scissors and was able to open the door. We had a good laugh about it.
We grabbed a train that afternoon and rode in the direction of Cannes but descended at Juan les Pins. It was incredible! We planted ourselves on a public sand beach with all the tourists and "bronzers" with incredibly deep tans. The Mediteranean was warm and we profited from several trips to the water. We did some shopping and walking around the town too before we settled down for dinner on the beach. We chose a Pizzeria and got a table 20 feet from the water. The sun began to set and it was warm and the pizza was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better 'first day' of vacation.
The toughest part of staying in a place like Nice is that sometimes one can end up in a the noisy part of town. Our hostel was right smack dab in the middle of NOISE. I had trouble sleeping but once I did fall asleep I was out- even for the "war of the stereo". Poor Adrienne endured the song "Hey sexy lady" being blasted from the car of a late night partier.
Day 2, Wednesday, we shopped in Nice and then took a train toward Monaco. We got our exercise walking up the hill and then back down but the view was amazing and the marina housed too many nice boats. We made our way by bus in the blazing sun to Monte Carlo and found a beach. It was definately one of the hottest days of the year and we were cooking but, again, the water was warm.
We ate dinner back in Nice in a hideaway restaurant off the beach called La Beccase. Then we walked around on our way home. We stumbled upon dessert in a crepe shop where we shared the most spectacular crepe I have ever tasted: filled with thinly sliced banana's and chocolate drizzled, coconut, then whip cream and a scoop of coconut icecream. This little place is found at the corner of Rue de Belgique and Rue d'Angleterre.
Our trip home was easy enough. We didn't want to leave but like all vacations, this one had to come to an end. We found breakfast at a corner cafe and then caught a bus to the airport. Paris seemed dull compared to the vibrant people of the South but I was happy to be back. Funny how flying into Paris didn't seem as romantic as the first time I came in; now its more like home. </Liz> <!--8:06 AM-->
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