Lauren getting on the train to Nice
It's hard to compare to Paris, but Nice is pretty fantastic. Lauren and I spent four days in this beautiful city on the Mediterranean. We wandered around and even took a bus ride to the nearby Eze Village, a medieval village halfway between Nice and Monaco. We did some shopping, lounged on the beach (Lauren went skinny dipping for the first time ever!), and sampled the incredible cuisine.
One night, we were lounging on the rocky beach and admiring the Mediterranean when we noticed two extremely good looking backpackers unpacking their dinner right next to us. We conspired for a moment, and then were off to buy a bottle of wine which we would bring back to share with the hotties.
Our bathroom, complete with a bidet!
We wandered around the maze of streets in the old part of town but near the water looking for a place to buy wine. When we bought one, the nice man at the counter obligingly opened it for us, since we didn't have a corkscrew. We decided to also buy some sandwiches for dinner, and stopped in a small cafe to order.
While we were waiting for our paninis to cook, the owner, a friendly middle aged woman, started up a conversation with me in French. Lauren zoned out since she doesn't speak the language, and after a few minutes when I told her we would be escorted back to the beach by two fine gentleman with another bottle of wine, she was completely surprised. Gael, a blond, blue eyed cook from Mulhouse was staying in Nice for awhile trying to make enough money to move to the States.
Lauren posing like the statues in the fountain.
His cousin, Yannick, dark haired and unable to speak a word of English, was a night street cleaner. They were friendly and cute, and we got by with my French, Gael's minimal english, and Yannick's hand gestures. I should be more accurate--he does know some English...but only really bad words. They proceeded to teach us inappropriate things in French. Their favorite thing to do was to whisper something nasty in our ears and have us say it to eachother. Yannick somehow got paired up with Lauren (despite the fact that they couldn't really understand eachother) and I was with Gael. They happily insulted eachother through us for a good forty minutes before our wine and our sandwiches ran out.
Gael asked if we wanted to go on a scooter ride, which obviously we did because a) I love scooters/motorcycles and b) Lauren had never been on one before and c) it's straight out of a movie to go tooling around on a scooter in an exotic foreign country with a stranger.
Me posing like the statues in the fountain.
They took us on a 15 minute ride to Antibes
where there was a carnival. We went on the Ferris Wheel, the ghost train, and then bungee jumping. It was so much fun...that night we went back to Nice and hit up a bar. There was live music playing, but to tell you the truth, I don't remember much of that. A round of tequila was ordered...three shots each. And then another round. And another. By the end of the night I think we had every shotglass in the place at our table! We took a late night stroll by the moonlit water. Nice is a very romantic place.
In the days that followed, we hung out with the boys periodically...one day on the beach, they met us for a swim and I got stung by a jellyfish.
Nice, view from the beach.
Probably the most painful thing ever. Luckily, no one had to pee on me because there was a first aid station just down the beach. I did
have to stay out of the sun for the rest of the day...well, the afflicted parts of my body did (my finger and my back!). We sat under a tent in a square and Gael bought me a rose (Europeans are so romantic) to make me feel better.
Totally unforgettable. People you meet while traveling always make things more interesting!
Nice Hotels & Accommodations review
Hotel in Nice
This hotel was in a great location and had everything you could need--a bed, a bathroom, a bidet, internet, and really friendly staff. I'd definitely… read entire review