Bonjour!

Its Day 3 of Epic Adventure, and we're still in Nice, France, and it is very nice! John just about died on the bus ride here from the airport on Friday when I told him I thought it looked like Florida, but I'm slowing beginning to see the European side of the city. Nice is part of the French Rivera, so it has lots of palm trees, pastel-colored buildings, a beach (although very pebbly) and casinos, so on the strip, it looks like any other commercialized beach town. But when you get into the old part of the city, it fits much better in my vision of what Europe looks like (old buildings, tiny streets, street performers, and everyone has their dog with them - I have a very simplistic view of Europe).

The weather is BEAUTIFUL. It's in the mid 60s, and all that worrying I did about what coat to bring? Useless. I barely am wearing even a fleece outside. And the sun is shining - meaning I've worn my sunglasses more here than anywhere else! (Well, maybe not as much as Italy . . . ). I'm loving this vacation so far.

We haven't done too much, we're still recovering from the end-of-term-exhaustion, and Nice doesn't have much to boast of other than its atmosphere, and its ice cream. There's a gelato place in Old Nice that has so many strange flavors - I stick to normal ones: strawberry and mango (delicious), but John has tried olive (he liked it, I thought it was gross), beer (you could only taste it in the aftertaste) and rose (kind of like vanilla, actually) and he promised to try the tomato and basil. We've also tried the local specialty - socca, which is like a chickpea pancake and have had some delicious mussels.

Some numbers for you:

4: number of times we've heard "Hey There Deliah"
1: number of times we've been mistaken for honeymooners
4: number of middle aged friends we've made
about a million: number of Yorkies I've seen here in Nice
1: pile of dog poo I've stepped in
1: cup of tea I've had since I've been here (I suspect they jack up the price because this is a popular British vaca spot)

much love!