Got into Nice in early eavning after a day of train travel. I like the relaxed atmosphere and scenery trains provide, with generally more legroom and chances to walk around, but trains do take about five times as long as a plane. The ride along the french coast was nice, many areas remind me of sedona with the craggy red rocks jutting out into the water. Most the beaches here are all pebbles. Should have brought my water shoes. Train stopped in Cannes, which looked wonderful. Didn't see anything about the film fest though. In nice, we followed these directions to get the hostel: Walk out of the nice rail station to a balustrade. Follow the ballustratde to a bus station and catch bus 23. Take bus 23 to St. Maruice. Walk to the phone booth across the road and a certain number. A car will come for you.
We followed the directions, and a guy came for us in a beat up old black mercedes-benz. The driver was the hostel owner. The hostel is amazing, situated in an old nunnery overlooking Nice. The sanctuary became the dining hall and bar in the evening. Our room here is 21 euros a night, and that includes breakfast. 5 beds to a room. Its an amazing place. People here actually talk to each other and the hostel owner, a german named Ulf and his daughter Yulie run the place and get to know the clientelle. Anyway, we're going to the beach today.
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I moved the blog again. I deleted the Tumblr account and moved everything to Medium.com, a more writing-centric website. medium.com/@wende
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I moved the blog again. I deleted the Tumblr account and moved everything to Medium.com, a more writing-centric website. medium.com/@wende
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I started a new blog about being a dad. On tumblr. archdadpdx.tumblr.com
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I'm planning on ending this blog. Not with a big closeout with a lot of fanfare but just letting it go quietly dormant, until a few ye...
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This brings back memories of our trip to St. Paul de Vence when you and Taylor discovered bocce ball. C'est la vie!
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