nice is nice

after five days in toulouse, i packed up and hopped a train to nice.

the southern coast of france is monumentally gorgeous

after arrival
intuition lead me to the metro
the metro lead me to a square where,
after a quick couch surfing meet up
over mozzarella, tomato, and basil
i carried myself and my packs to meet my new host

who kind of blew my mind.

(i must stress how absolutely safe,
utterly amazing and
brilliantly brilliant
couch surfing is.)

in four days
i wandered around (definite) tourist locations
reveled on top of cliffs hanging over grand views
ate nutella, nutella, and more nutella
listened to live punk/metal/hardcore music
ate warm baguettes with avocado and tomatoes
did yoga on seaside rocks with my most spectacular host (who took me to said spectacular seaside)
and thought deeply about what it means to be alone
and what it is to enjoy your own company without the company of others

most importantly though:
i ate the best tiramisu i’ve ever, ever at the end of a dinner shared with my host, a bottle of wine, endless chit chit, and midnight strolls home without jackets.

nice (minus the rocks pretending to be sand on beaches) is more than nice. although the residents i connected with assured me of nice’s pitfalls, i still cannot shake the positive memories.

admittedly, it was not easy leaving. but lyon called my name, so i beckoned.

another tale, for another time.

much love,

zoe

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This entry was published on August 25, 2012 at 9:46 pm. It’s filed under happy heart, happy life, life and living, photography, rambles and writing, story time, thoughts and musings, travel and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

3 thoughts on “nice is nice

  1. jameswakeling on said:

    Wow, Looks incredible, its the best time to be in the south of France. I could spend hours just looking at the water, such an incredible colour.

  2. Pingback: where we left off | love and some words

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