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... the mountain range of another is fascinating and oddly exciting. Once in Menton we spent a good amount of time just exploring the streets. I wasn't feeling to flash from a bit of exhaustion and sickness of some sort so i wasn't having the most amazing of times. Dina managed to find me a supermarket so I purchased some water and an energy drink before heading towards the beach. Originally we were once again on the main beach which was incredible but ...
... the 4th floor, so it was fun times for poor gaza who lugged them up to the top! Our apartment is pretty cool...one bedroom on a mezzanine floor with a lounge, kitchen and bathroom down stairs. Once our host left us, we got ready to go and grab some dinner as it was now 8pm and we were starving!We ate at an American Bar which was on the main restaurant strip. The place was buzzing! And it was still pretty warm too. It's ...
-Got on the train and went down to Monte Carlo, Morocco. -It is the nicest, richest place -Ferraris, Rolls-Royce, Lambos, Bentleys, Mazaratti, Mercs everywhere on the streets driving past -Went to the car stores -Local main beach -Looked at the yachts, the size of hotels -Went through the tunnel the grand prix goes through -Saw the palace of the prince -Got back to Nice and played cards with Eliza (Aus) and Sunny (Norway) who had moved into our room. Cruisy ...
... principality. From a lookout, we watched the waves of the crashing sea, and on the other side, the enormous yachts of the jet set, some of whom congregated in a fashion show.
We finally made our way to Monte Carlo,vibrant after an Ernst & Young event, where my father peeked inside, and I strolled outside near a mirror-like sculpture and the various luxury accommodations. As the sun rolled below the Earth, we returned to Nice for the night.
Everything about my Detroit Metro arrival was different: where is the mob of students and parents waiting for me? Where were the mobs, period? Isn't this Spring Break? And when did the multitude of kiosks for self-check in at Air France arrive? Security was a breeze--the young guys in front of me had ski boots shoved in their backpacks headed to Wyoming, while the family behind me was headed off to a Carribean Cruise. Me, c'est moi, I am headed to Nice, France. The only ...