Around 2 am we arrived in Nice. Its funny looking back just how lost and confused we were, unknowing how the city would become such a large part of our trip. We finally made it to the hostel with the help of some local French teens and their limited English skills. We all passed out on our beds to get up for the free breakfast (oh yes, we were excited) in the morning and headed out to stroll along the beach. We stared, walked a bit, stared, walked a bit more. We then found some rocks, climbed on them, and stared at the water some more. We then decided to actually do something that consisted of more than just staring at water and climbing on rocks. So we took a little stroll into the Old Town, where I found a pastry shop (I’m starting to think I have an inner GPS that just directs me towards them) and I got myself a little quiche.
We then walked around a bit more, strolling through a cute little park and eventually making our way back to the beach, this time with some food. We sat and stared some more until finally we made ourselves some pigeon friends. It turns out, pigeons quite like French fries. They will do just about whatever it takes to make sure they get these French fries. It was interesting, to say the least. We walked more along the beach and finally found a good place to watch the sunset. It was an okay sunset, mostly due to the clouds that had been hovering over the city all day. It was then back to the hostel for free Pasta and Beer night. We got a plate of delicious, homemade pasta and either a glass of wine or a beer. It was really nice, and really delicious. We stayed up and talked a bit, then hit the sack for a good night's rest. Little did we know what was to come.
The next day we started off with laundry. Taking our time, meeting some new people in the laundry mat, we were having ourselves an unusually fun time despite the fact that we just running a load through a washer and dryer. We were then off to reserve our spots on the bus for that night to Barcelona. We took our time, taking some pictures of the beach and strolling along without a worry in the world. We got to the bus station and the panic began. The bus was full. And the next bus out wasn’t until Monday. Oh, and the bus station we were at was closing and the other Nice location was an hour’s walk. We ran to the train station to see how much a ticket out would cost us. Our conclusion: way too much. At this point, I was in full panic mode. We hurried back to the hostel to jump on the internet and explore our options, whether they be through air, water, or land. We finally figured out that we would just have to ditch one city and stay in Nice for a few more nights until Monday. We booked two nights with the hostel we were staying at and one with another one, because our current hostel was full. At this point, we thought everything was fine. We relaxed, strolled on down to the beach, and I took another 48203984 shots of the same thing. We then walked down to one of the lighthouses, climbed on some more rocks, and stood in awe of the sea, yet again. We walked down around the port and found a lovely spot to sit on more rocks and watch the waves crash in. Somehow staring at the water never really seems to get old. It’s just so relaxing and calming. I love it! From there, we headed to a nice lookout spot where we could watch the sunset. It was gorgeous, as we could see the whole city and all of the beach. We just hung out there, listened to a bit of music, and enjoyed the scenery. Somehow, though, the officials working there didn’t notice us at the lookout place and locked us inside the park. To get out, we had to climb over the side railing and around these spikes. Not to worry, though, everyone was fine.
It was then back to the hostel, first grabbing a bit of dinner at our favorite, Pita Break (so cheap, so filling). We picked up a cheap, but nice bottle of wine, and headed back to hang out with some new friends at our hostel. It was so interesting talking to everyone there. People were from all over the world and found themselves in Nice for a variety of reasons. Eventually we all went out to a local place that one of the receptionists actually took us all to, danced a bit, and then (again) headed to the beach to watch the waves crash into the rocky shore at night. Finally we went to bed to deal with the wonderful bus situation in the morning.
The Girl who has Practically Memorized the Nice Coastline,
Jessica
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