Being a Bolognesi
I just got back from my first trip outside of Aix. This weekend we went to Nice, France and Monaco (my newest country), it was really cool!
I woke up really early after going to bed late, the usual. Got to the bus and picked the seat with the most leg room. While I was on the bus with our art history tour guide I re-realized something about Europe that is fascinating to me.
As we were driving down the highway our guide said to look for the cathedral ,which holds Mary Magdelins (probably spelled that wrong) relics. As I saw this cathedral from the highway I also saw the equivalent of a wal-mart just down the street from this church.
I just realized how hard it is to go anywhere on this continent without tripping over history, where as in the U.S. you usually have to go out of your way to find history.
Moving on. So anyway we get to Nice and the place is awesome! As we drove past the airport the mediterranean emerged. The water was pure blue and the town was amazing. It was so odd to see the snowcapped alps in the background while a hairy european in a speedo swam in the sea.
We got off of the bus and walked down the street with the open air market that was selling everything from local fresh flowers, the most delicious looking strawberries that I have ever seen along with other fruits and food.
This street runs parallel with the UNITED STATES STREET. Literally Rue de les etats-unis. USA street runs right in front of the sea and that was my next stop. Great place to take pictures. The beach at Nice had some perfectly rounded pebbles with a little bit of sand where the surf met the shore.
After watching one of our IAU pals fall into the surf after attempting a handstand, it was time to climb the giant hill overlooking the city, an even better time for pictures. At the top of this hill was a waterfall. The waterfall was splashing a little bit of water around the walkway and I put up the hood on my Patagucci H2no jacket and acted like I was a hurricane reporter, attracting even more attention to myself, as if the bright orange coat wasn't already doing that.
From the top of this hill you can clearly see the border of the old city. The red roofs were the distinguishing factor. After we descended we proceeded to eat lunch at the cheapest place we could find then on to the old city (you'll get pics later because I don't feel like writing about it.)
After Nice it was on to Eze. You should really google it because that place is fantastic. We went to some lame perfume factory and then to the town which was awesome, empty but awesome.
As night fell we went to our hostel to eat dinner, then off to Monaco, country #6 for Patrick. I of course kept it classy and wore jeans, but I got in!!!!!! This place was amazing there were multiple Bentleys out front accompanied by an Aston Martin not to mention the random assortment of Porches and Mercedes, etc. While the building and the cars were incredible, the people inside really caught my attention.
When we get in there weren't a lot of ppl, keep in mind we went at like 10, which is the early bird special for Monaco. I considered buying some whisky on the rocks, but it was 17 euro. So I watched some roulette and some hold em, but no one caught my attention more than the guy that rented a private roulette table. To be fair the smoking cougars in their sequence dresses caught my attention too -- jk they were like 60.
Anyway this guy probably owned all of the cars out front because I saw him put over 300,000 euro on the table for a single bet. Apparently this dude lost over 700,000 euro throughout our time there, but whenever he would win he would jump on the chair and yell attracting attention of course.
So the time came and we left for our hostel where our disco awaited us. We pre-gamed in our room with an 83 cent bottle of wine then went to the party. It reminded me of high school a little bit, but it was still really fun.
I got up to the bar to buy a beer and it was 4 euro! How am I supposed to get my drink on at that price? It didn't stop me, of course.
While I was breaking it down on the dance floor, someone elbowed my arm knocking my glass into my front tooth, I immediately feared going to the dentist, but it turned out to be fine.
After running up to each and everyone of my boys and yelling their name as i greeted them, I went to bed, well I wanted to. Just as I was turing the lights off, being the first back to my room my roommate busts in with a few female friends and we continued to discuss whose homestate was best.
It was a minor miracle that I woke up with time to shower. Now of course hostels dont have towels and I forgot mine, so the bedsheet pulled double duty. I got to the cafeteria with just enough time to grab an apple then it was off to Monaco for a day time experience. This place is a post card.
We assembled in front of the Palace ,which sits on top of a hill and took pictures of the bay and surrounding areas. I was video taping the changing of the guard when our tour guide pointed out that the princess was walking her dog, so I got her on tape.
The rest of the day consisted of me taking pictures of Ferraris and walking off a minor hang over. With time running out I rushed to the top of the hill to meet my group, and I can say that I have walked more since I have gotten here than I have in my entire life.
I then boarded the bus put some John Mayer on the ipod and I was off to sleep and woke up in Aix.
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