Feeling like a dink. I’m on this train for 5 hours from Milan to Ventimiglia (then transfer to the French railway) but I’m completely unaware of what train I’m supposed to get on (the ticket doesn’t say, it’s not just me) but I don’t care. I’ve let go of that fear I had before of being on my own and having to have a plan. I tried to find a hostel online the other night for my arrival in Nice but no luck so I figured I’d just wing it : ) I actually saved quite a bit of money by staying in Milan with Kitty. Not to mention Sausage bought dinner for Kitty and I the first night and the food I’ve had the last night and today have cost no more than 10euro so I may splurge on a sweet room for my last 3 days. Back to my dinkyness… picture, if you will… a small (but somewhat larger than when I left)) blond girl peering out of the window aboard the train as it parallels the sea. Have you ever felt like you were in a music video or film when you move around listening to your ipod? Well as I sit here listening and looking, certain songs come on that make me feel like I’m in a movie..you’d laugh if you could see the seriousness on my face as I feel the vibe and take in the scenery.
Got to Nice safe and sound. The first hostel I tried was booked all but for a singleut room that ran for 75e a night. I said I’d splurge but fack that! It was funny because when I walked in a man greeted me in French but I responded in Italian. I think he was happy about it because it turns out he’s actually Italian and offered the room to me for 60e . However, that was still too steep for my likings so I asked if they knew of another hostel close by as I was pouring sweat from every orifice and clearly in need of some rest. The man behind the desk made a call. It seemed their sister hostel down the street on Rue Paradise had a room…a two person dorm for 25e a night, SOLD! I hastily made my way over and greeted the man at the desk. I had to fill out a form in order to get the room and on it was my nationality. “Canadian?!”he said. “ah yea?” I responded. He was ecstatic! Apparently he had applied to the French embassy to allow him to move to Montreal. That worked in my favor because he had a look over the books and slyly mentioned that it was possible for me to stay all three nights (I had been told originally there was only one night available here by the other hostel). I decided to take all three nights and spend some of that left over money on dinner because I hadn’t had any the night before. I’ve never been so happy to have greens on my plate. The best salad I ever ate cost me 16e so it better have been the best salad (although I doubt it had anything to do with the salad itself and all to do with the fact that I was starving and hadn’t had legit veggies in several weeks). I normally don’t like tuna, or tomatoes..or radish but together with some egg and celery this was where I found heaven. Not to mention the server was the hottest thing I’d ever seen…no joke! The restaurant I decided on was quite a ways out from my hostel but it was on the beach and the sun was setting and I just had to do it! I know what you’re thinking 1.did I talk to the server? à yes, but only to order my food and ask where I could rent a kayak (that’s tomorrows big outing, if I can find the place). 2. How expensive was the place Salad 16e, the 4e, pina colada 12e. But I figured I’d saved myself more than that with this hostel.
Random thought: I hope my roommates not hot…I also hope he’s not smelly and gross either. A hot roommate would make me all self conscious to go to the bathroom my usual 50 times a night and a gross roommate would just be the pits.
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