Nice, France

Beer and New Friends

 The southern coast of France!

The southern coast of France!

I'm going to start this post with a story about some two rude american backpackers we came across (from California, go figure). Bros, if you will. We started up conversation since we were sitting right next to each other and both were leaving Barcelona. We had to take the regional trains due to weather flooding a bridge that our high speed train would have taken us through. He asked where we were headed to and we responded with Nice (neese like geese) and he followed with "I hate to correct your pronunciation but its nice (n-ice like the english word) laughed uncomfortably and we never spoke again. He was wrong.

 Why not take a dip, oh I know why, I'm a terrible swimmer.

Why not take a dip, oh I know why, I'm a terrible swimmer.

A few minutes after a lady b-lined it to me speaking Spanish, I used the few words I did know to try and tell her I don't speak Spanish, but I think I told her "Yo no hablas espanol" which is wrong and she probably thought I told her "I dont you speak spanish" or something so she kept going. I finally just said "yo no se" and she walked away. At the end of the trip the train stopped as the Police boarded to check our passports. Rude boy number 1 began spitting out Spanish like it was his second language. I never would have guess. Thats what I get for assuming. I guess I'm wondering how he didn't know how to say Nice and yet is all cultured with his Spanish. And he didn't help the lady spitting out Spanish to me when he clearly spoke it well. We thought it would be fun to speak english with some fellow backpackers but turns out they are still Americans. You can interpret that however you like. They made me mad. MOVING FORWARD

 Just a couple making out with a view of the beach, I'm a creep.

Just a couple making out with a view of the beach, I'm a creep.

We had another extremely long travel day and yet again arrived late in Nice. We really don't like that doing that, but we haven't quite found our groove. The food in France that we could afford or at least know what it is was typically bread on bread with some bread on the side. Don't get me wrong, I love me some bread, but not for all three meals. The second we found our hostel, Hostel Smith, located in old town Nice. We quickly ran back to this Indian restaurant that caught my nose. It was so nice to eat food with flavor! I can't express that enough. Luckily old town had just about every culture of food readily available. We were pretty tired so we only walked around for a little bit wondering the tiny alley ways, observing a mass of what looked like twenty sixteen year olds all with alcohol headed in the same direction. Walking with purpose, We were too busy eating to jump up and follow just out of curiosity. We never did find were they went.

 Scooters are the Honda Accord of America here!

Scooters are the Honda Accord of America here!

The next day we woke up early like (still) and nothing is open (still) we did find a bakery (more bread) and I managed to order a vegetarian sandwich, which was and accident, and a chocolate croissant, (even more bread) I know you are suppose to embrace the lifestyle and the whole 'when in rome...' thing but I'm gluten intolerant, and lactose intolerant, and for those who don't believe in the gluten thing tell that to my intestines and my inflamed organs. 

 the South of France is the beach to be at. Literally, everyone was tan. 

the South of France is the beach to be at. Literally, everyone was tan. 

Quick note, when two people wear only like shew gear the entire time people don't stop starring. I tried looking up what shew may mean in other languages because of the looks we get. Or its the Sanuk shoes, the French must think we are dirt poor. I guess thats a good thing. But at least they could stop starring in my soul and judging. 

 Tall narrow alley ways filled with shutters and laundry! Just adore this city.

Tall narrow alley ways filled with shutters and laundry! Just adore this city.

Once Nice, finally woke up we ran into an Australian bunk mate who recommended we go see the painted windows in the square (i don't remember the name) and he was right, they were awesome. They had painted on shadows so at night it actually looked like real windows. We had read that Nice is full of antique stores and art so went out looking for precisely that. We ended up finding a pub along the port had drank what we call exploring juice (beer). Some pubs, you ask for beer and they just bring beer with out you even choosing. Others you have two or three options. I found that interesting. Unfortunately, Heineken is everywhere. I'm spoiled with craft brews I suppose.

 I LOVE WINDOWS WITH SHUTTERS! 

I LOVE WINDOWS WITH SHUTTERS! 

After our exploring juice we went on a walk down to the coast to see the beach and the view. From far away you could literally see that everyone was tan, not a white body on that. The south of France is serious about their tans. We got a little lost but found our way to another little cafe. We wanted some more juice and decided to try a platter or appetizers. We ate octopus, and liked it, it wasn't chewy from how I remember. It was their Mediterranean plate and it was delicious. I wish I could remember what we ate. You will find out later why my memory is so foggy.   

 Because white buildings are f***ing boring!

Because white buildings are f***ing boring!

After some grazing we went on a hunt to antique stores. Finding some pretty amazing stuff, some I can't say because they are gifts for the family, but I did find a gem for me! A 1930's Longchamp briefcase for 50€. Such a score! It's beautiful and I'm obsessed with it. I have a bag problem. Coats and totes as my dad always says. Another thing about bags, everyone has an Eastpak backpack or any variation of a Longchamp bag. I can't express how often I've seen them. Now I want and Eastpak backpack... I'll find one. 

 It's so nice to just be around history... And colorful scenery!

It's so nice to just be around history... And colorful scenery!

Next, we dropped our stuff off at the hostel and decided to go get dinner, we had passed this seafood restaurant and figured we had to try seafood so close to the ocean and in Europe. We got a platter that had oysters, snails both large and small, really tiny shrimp maybe it was krill, clams, octopus and maybe a couple other things. I had tried everything except snails and since I had a pretty good buzz going and well when in Rome or I'm this case Nice, I had to try it. A friendly German, named Olof helped us eat the snails. They looked disgusting but tasted so very normal. They were about 3/4 inch long with the shell and came out all twisted. It was slow food as he called it. We ended up conversing for the remainder of our dinner. He was on business and discusses other countries cultures, asked what we did for a living, shared his knowledge. We took a picture together actually like 4, that was his doing, and exchanged e-mails and phone numbers, and went on our way. 

 This seafood shop was right next to the restaurant where we met our new German friend Olof, who gave us tips on not going to Istanbul... Ever

This seafood shop was right next to the restaurant where we met our new German friend Olof, who gave us tips on not going to Istanbul... Ever

I lost count of my beer intake but the night gets fuzzier from here. We stopped at the Irish pub right by our hostel and sat outside with a fellow at a table. It was right in the heart of Old Town so lots to see while drinking. Kelli, being Kelli, she made conversation with our second friend, Hovnatan. He is a theater actor currently living in Nice, but flys to Paris when he needs to. He said the acting is more Shakespeare with heart and passion and less action and comedy. He told us Ethan Hawke saw him perform and said this is what I want he wanted to do. He is Romanian but is born in France. We spoke of politics and Obama like most foreigners want to discuss. We chatted for quite some time before he left, also exchanged emails and phone number. By then I should have gone to bed. Instead, we see some Australians and for some unknown reason flag them down and they pop a squat and by us a round of beers, Luke and let's say Brian. We shared a mutual feeling for the French people and our lack of understanding them. We shared some laughs and drunken slurs...

 Fun & Roll, a bike, skate, rollerblade, and any other type of wheel transportation shop. They inspired me to eventually build my own bike. Oh and rollerblading is still very cool here. Kelli was stoked on that. 

Fun & Roll, a bike, skate, rollerblade, and any other type of wheel transportation shop. They inspired me to eventually build my own bike. Oh and rollerblading is still very cool here. Kelli was stoked on that. 

Then I woke up with a headache and swore off alcohol the rest of the trip. We will see if that holds up. Nice was a lot of fun, and I would definitely go back, so many different types of neighborhoods and so much to offer. Two days wasn't enough but I'm happy to be out of France. Off to Switzerland!