I was studying in Paris at the time, so I thought what better than a little trip to the South of France to celebrate. One Easyjet flight later, my roommate and I landed in Nice!
Our hostel, the Villa St. Exupery. There's a bitch of a hill to walk up to get there, but it is so worth it! It's named after the author of my favorite book ever, Le Petit Prince. All of the floors have Petit Prince decorations. It was so magical.
What the hostel common room looked like when I went, apparently they've done some awesome renovations since. They have custom pizzas that were the perfect drunk food. Wine by the bottle and plenty of beer, too.
Outside the villa
The view from our window. We shared a room with a weird Australian guy and a nice guy who was studying in Ireland. The latter provided me with one of the most awkward things I've ever witnessed in my life.
This guy kept buying me and my friend bottles of wine to drink and soon we were all completely drunk. We got yelled at every 10 minutes for being loud outside so we went back into our room. Then, the Australian guy got really pissed off at us so we had to go outside again. Irrelevant though.
So, the three of us are outside and my roommate quotes something from "Garden State." The guy didn't get it, so we were shocked he'd never seen it. She continues and then tells the guy, "this is your one chance to do something no one has ever done before, just one thing!" Out of nowhere the idiot goes to kiss her. Luckily she has some pretty quick reflexes and he got the cheek. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so embarrassed in my life. We all stood around awkwardly. Awkward moments make me laugh. Then we got told to go inside again. The end. :)
The first thing we did when we got settled was trek back down the hill, onto the tram, and to the beach! They have rocks instead of sand.
Beware of leather skinned, old ladies though. They like to tan topless.
No idea what this is, but I thought it looked pretty.
A fountain in Vielle Nice.
The next day, we took a bus to the Village of Eze. It's tiny and basically just a hill with shops as you go up. The remains of a castle are on the top of the hill. Its supposed to be Medieval and neat, but really its just a touristy type place.
But it has awesome views on top.
There's a botanical garden up there too, with tons of random plants like this cute one.
A lady got mad at me for taking a picture of this hideous animal. It had bandages of some sort on its ugly head.
The bus continued all the way to another country.
Monaco is perfection. Like a utopian country. You can see the Monte Carlo Casino amidst the trees.
One of my favorite pictures, ever.
Yachts. So ridiculous. A few had heli-pads. The amount of wealth in that country is unbelievable.
My friend took a retarded looking mini-train tour of Monaco, while the guy that tried to kiss her and I took a tour of the Palace of Monaco. There were no pictures allowed. Lame. We also visited the Napoleonic Museum, which could be interesting if I gave a shit. What I did love though, was getting gelato and walking around.
The day of my 22nd birthday! The whole coast of France is easily accessible through the train system, so we decided we'd take a day trip west.
Ou est-ce que nous sommes?? à Cannes!!
The day was a little gloomier than we'd hoped but we still lounged on the beach, listening to our iPods. I remember listening to "Heartbeats" by the Knife a few times. I was just so happy!
Cannes was gorgeous. We walked through the famous streets with all of the high-end shops we couldn't go near. We went into a bar and drank champagne to feel luxurious.
On the way back to Nice, we randomly decided to get off the train at place called Juan-les-Pins. Unfortunately, as we were getting off my roommate tripped in front of a group of hot guys who were getting on the train. And then it was too late to act smooth and think of an excuse to get back on. Oh well. We had lunch at a restaurant that was literally on the beach. So we drank Sex on the Beaches. With extra splashes from our flasks of Poliakov vodka (our European fave).
And I LOVE gnocchi
Our buzzed asses decided we should just walk over to the next city, since the train was running parallel to the coast we could just follow it. How hard could it be?
Some pretty moss.
Well, after getting lost in a residential area we finally caught a glimpse of Antibes.
I thought this looked cool.
And this too.
More Sex on the Beach for the birthday girl!! At a random Australian bar in Antibes as we waited for the next train to Nice.
By the time we got back to Nice and started walking up the hill, it was getting dark. There was a football game going on and hordes of men were walking around shouting at us. Their most common line was "Vous avez allées à la plage??" ("You went to the beach?") because we were a little sunburned and in shorts and tank tops with bathing suits underneath. Real clever, guys.
We kept on pre-partying and ended up going out to a couple of bars. We sadly discovered Nice doesn't have much of a crazy nightlife. But I guess I managed just fine anyway. I woke up the next morning to my friend yelling "Oh shit!"
I was in my bed at the hostel wearing my PJs and everything. No idea how I got there, but apparently my friend got back at 6 in the morning and I was nowhere to be found. It was already 12:15 and our flight back to Paris was departing at 1:30. As you can imagine, we got good use out of our airplane barf bags and random trash receptacles that day.
Can this year top that??
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