I Love Clean Clothes and Yop

Nice Travel Blog

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Sorry I’m running a day behind with my blogs but I’m going to see if I can get two done today. Nice has just been a whirlwind of fun and it’s hard to stay still long enough to type.

Yesterday morning, May 28, I woke up with no plans whatsoever, one of the best feelings out there. I ran into PJ and Ashley in the lobby and we came up with a brilliant idea, explore the French sex shop right across the street.
I don’t really know what I was expecting, but it seemed like your average, run of the mill US sex shop, except half the DVD’s were in French. There was an upstairs section as well where you could pay to watch porn. Needless to say we didn’t do that and parted ways with the store.

Once we got back, I decided to trek back to the beach. PJ and Ashley had pretty bad sunburns so I just went alone. I took a few pictures of Vieux Nice as I made my way and stopped to pick up some crackers and Brie cheese.

After a very relaxing afternoon, it was time to head back. As you all know, I only have a backpack and it was way beyond time to do some laundry. Found a local laundromat and plopped down for the next hour watching my clothes spin around. I never thought doing laundry would be so fulfilling but I now have a backpack full of clean clothes!

Then came dinner time. For those of you that know what Yop is, you know what I mean when I say how amazing it is. For those of you that don’t, listen up. Yop comes in tons of flavors, my favorites being coconut and vanilla. It is a drinkable yogurt that comes in what looks like a small milk container. I’m still trying to completely understand all the ingredients, but so far I can tell you there is a lot of sugar, calcium, and carbs which keep me going. I have only been able to find it here in France and I plan on indulging for the next month.

With my Yop, I went to a local fast food vendor. I ordered, under the hot sandwich section, the “American”. Ingredients: A 14 inch baguette, cut down the middle and toasted, two hamburger patties, cut in half and lined up on the baguette, lettuce, tomato, mayo, ketchup, and low and behold, French fries (yes, French fries on the sandwich). Needless to say, the Yop and “American” was one of the best dinners I’ve had so far (If not the best).

After dinner, I met up with one of my friends traveling alone from Scotland. Her name, pronounced “Eel-e”, is actually spelled in Welsh and I forgot the correct way to spell it. She was born and raised on a Scottish farm in the middle of nowhere. We walked along the beach and got some gelato (Pistachio, the best kind there is). It was a very relaxing evening. On the way back, we walked by a group of break-dancers on the sidewalk and watched them for a bit. I really need to learn how to do that.

For today, Scotland (I’m going to call her that until I remember how to spell her name) and I are going on a little trip. One of the benefits of traveling alone is that you can do whatever you like. You don’t have to consult anyone or wait for anyone, you just go. Scotland and I are hopefully (the French train workers have been going on strike a lot lately) taking the train to have lunch in Italy and then stopping in Monaco on the way back to see three countries in one day.

(Sorry about the lack of photos here, I mistakingly put them in a previous entry and it's a hassle to change it)
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