Because I'm Happy

I'm writing this post from the beach in Nice. Life is good. 

So when I last talked to you I was on the train here. After talking to you I turned to sleep. Trains are not meant for sleeping. I couldn't get comfortable in the seat and kept walking up. I managed to continue this semi-sleeping until about 6:45 this morning. The sun was just beginning to rise, and I was wide awake. I spent the rest of the train ride to Nice looking out the window and trying to get comfortable. The woman in front of me had reclined her seat all the way back so that I literally had zero leg room. Between my lack of space and the jostling train, I was slightly less than a happy camper. After awhile I munched on the brown sugar pop tarts that mom flew with to Europe for me. They were delicious. 

The first sights of Nice were really bad. We first went through the industrial area on the edge of town. I was praying that I wouldn't be dropped off there. It was no good. Thankfully the train kept rolling past Nice St. Augustine station and ended in Nice Ville. I got myself off the train and out the front door. Now only to find my hotel. I figured that I'd turn right and see what happened to me. The streets of Nice are not as baggage friendly as those in Paris (I never thought that I'd type that sentence), and I was having serious trouble. I figured that I was going the wrong direction so I turned back. I saw the street that I was supposed to turn on immediately once I got back to the train station. The directions were a little off (I think that I was supposed to use some kind of underground passageway), but I found my way to the hotel's street. I could swear that I saw the sign for my hotel, but when I got to 11 bis I didn't see the sign anywhere. I stood, puzzled, on the street for a minute until I saw the sign again. 

The next challenge was getting into the building. I pressed a button that looked like it would call someone, and then I heard the door click open. The woman at the front desk speaks English and was very friendly. She gave me a map of Nice and a towel so I could sit at the beach. My hotel should be ready by noon. I booked it for the beach as soon as I could. I'm currently sitting on the pebble beach watching children swim in the sunshine. It's such a beautiful day. I love holiday. 

I think that I'm going to try to find the Beaux-Arts Museum before going back to my hotel. Maybe I can find a boulangerie along the way. Talk to you soon. I have sunbathing to do.