It's been a while since I've posted on our blog and a lot has happened in a few days. First lets go back a bit. Saint Remy en Provence was a cute little town with an awesome market. Adam saw a bread guy, meat guy, and cheese guy, all next to each other and decided to make a sandwich for lunch. It was an incredible sandwich! See pictures! I bought my much desired Provencal tablecloth and soaps, but held out on the bag. I wanted one so bad but sometimes I am so cheap, I didn't want to pay 30 euros for a bag that was made in Madagascar. If it said it was made in Provence I would have been all over it! I did take a few pictures of the millions of colors. That was part of the problem too, I wanted both a solid Provence blue and a blue and green strip seen in the side of the picture. Oh well..
Then we were off to Nice. Nice was fabulous, I wish we could have stayed an extra day. We stayed at the Beau Rivage Hotel, no not in Bilouxi, which was right on the Promenade of Angeles and the water. We rented beach chairs, and an umbrella and sat in the private beach area like we were special people! It was an awesome and relaxing day, and much needed after are hustle bustle Paris time. We walked around the city, and the Couyer?? Market, and up to the castello for a few of the entire Bay of Angilies. SP?? Such beautiful water, and our pictures don't do it justice. Oh, the beach the beach is made of smooth rocks!! Well, I say smooth, they were killer on the feet, I first thought it was hilarious watching people try to get in and out of the water. They were all making such a big deal about it, I just thought they were wimps these were smooth cool looking rocks. Well when it came to my turn to walk on them, I thought I was going to get stuck right there! First, yes the rocks are incredibly uncomfortable and jabbing you feet, then you have no traction and your feet sinking deeper in the rocks with every wave. I am sure I was a pitiful sight. Adam had to throw me his flip flops so I could get back up to our chairs.
Then we had the horrendous train ride from Nice to Cinque Terre. What was supposed to be a 5-6 hour trip turned into 7.5. The first hour was awesome. We rode along the coast and were able to see Monaco, and cool secluded beaches with yachts parked in the harbors. After Monaco we were introduced to Italy, Italy didn't have the best first impression. I told Adam 20 mins into Italy I wanted to turn around and go back to France! But I must remember the nicest parts of town don't back up to the train tracks.
The trip got bad when we had to stop at like every single tiny town in Italy, then the power went down, stopping the train for about an hour just inside Italy, and then the issue of having nowhere to put our luggage on the small ghetto train, thus taking up and extra seat which the old Italian ladies weren't too happy about. I swear I heard them saying.yada yada yada (in Italian) Americano yada yada yada. And they were loud and emotional about whatever they were saying. Finally everyone got off the train and we were out of the evil stares. Im glad I had Wilco and Margot and the Nuclear so and so's to keep me mellowed out on my iPod.
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