Wednesday, June 13th (Nice, France)

We woke up pretty early and after our Italian breakfast at the sketchy hotel, we decided to forgo a dip in the pool and hit the road because the amount of Italian men in thongs at the pool motivated us to hit up Nice.

Nice was only 45 minutes down the road so we arrived with the whole day to play. We hit up the rock beach right in front of our hotel. Nice isn’t quiet what Carla expected but more what Jim expected. Don’t get us wrong, it’s not that its not ‘nice’ but it’s a big city on the water. The beaches had some pigeons on it which scared Carla a lot J We hit the beach for a few hours (it is rocky not sandy) and Jobby took his first dip in the Mediterranean Sea. The water was a great temp so we enjoyed that a lot.

We cruised the ‘strip’ for an hour or two (the Promenade des Anglais) and Jobby took his first run (the run he said he would do every day of the trip J). There was a lot to check out in the old city so we hit that up at night.

We had our first taste of the Mediterranean flair on the Provence cuisine for dinner. Most of it was good minus the salad nicoise which we thought would be the best part. The lettuce was tres funky but the rest of the meal was delicious (but pricey).