Easter Sunday I train it for about 19 hours to Nice, France. I'll say now I was a skeptic of France but I was pleasantly suprised:
Don't be fooled, it wasn't that warm. And did I mention I didn't bring a coat? Setback number 1 for the trip. There wasn't much to see in Nice, but it was a really cool beach town city. I don't know if you can tell but those beaches aren't sandy. Because there wasn't a whole lot to do except "take it all in" it didn't take long for the girls to find the stores...
So I dealt with that for a bit (I found a bar). A thing I like to do is sample the local/country beers wherever I go. So I went up to the bartender and asked, "Can I try a French beer?" The guy literally laughed at me and said, "French beer? There is no such thing as French beer." And he hands me this disgusting beer that actually is brewed in France called Pellforth. Look it up. That was the end of that.Since there really wasn't anything else to do we took a 3 euro bus trip to Monte Carlo, Monaco. Some fun facts about Monte Carlo: its the second smallest sovereign nation in the world behind the Vatican, its home to one of the most prestigious annual formula 1 races, and it is essentially where the rich and beautiful come to play. Along the harbor lay million dollar yachts and well-dressed attractive people strolling about. It also has the famous Monte Carlo casino. Unfortunately I was wearing my sandals that day and was denied access into the casino. Setback number 2. I mean c'mon, how cool would it have been to say you've gambled at the Monte Carlo casino (sigh).
So we leave Nice and head for another French city called Avignon. Some fun facts about Avignon: Nothing. I was told this place was chosen because another place was all booked up. It turned out to be a more relaxing time in France because of the lack of sights and I am always down for not moving a lot. There was however a very large "Palace of the Popes" that we did not go in because of the cost but shoved our cameras through the holes in the wooden door and snapped some blind pictures. How's that for Europe on a Shoestring?
The older part of the city itself was pretty cool because it is walled in with ramparts and whatnot. It had a famous port thingy on the river that ran outside of the city but it looked more to me like a bridge that wasn't finished. I will not show you this picture because you might look and it and begin to not be jealous of my spring break trip. I want to point out now that I did not book this vacation. There wasn't even a lot to do at night. We did however find an Irish pub, which we spent approximately quadruple the amount of time there than the time we spent snapping pictures. We left the pub in waves but were too preoccupied with "fun" that nobody cared to think about "responsibility". Nobody knew who had the only key to the hotel. And worst of all, the hotel decided to actually lock the doors after a certain time. So me and Anna being the last wave from the pub showed up with no idea what to do. And to complete the perfect storm of bad things that can happen to you in a crappy french town, nobody was answering their phone. My next move was to go around to the back and try to get anybodies attention via the back window that I was "bonjouring" out of in a Beauty and Beast-like fashion only hours ago. The only thing I found that I could throw was an empty McDonald's cup lying on the street. So I began to throw...
That is the cup, with the straw in the lower left-hand corner. I am putting this picture up because I wanted you to know I did not make this up. But by putting this up and by posting today you know that I eventually got upstairs and am still alive.
There's more to the story but I want to move on to other exciting places like Barcelona and Berlin. I'm getting hungry though so I'm taking a break. I may post later today or if I go to Loco (it is Wednesday after all) I will do it tomorrow. peace.
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