Nice

I recently had a week long break from school (after less than two weeks of school, gotta love the French education system). Originally, I planned on staying in Lyon but I was sick of the cold, gray skies. I randomly chose a city and bought my train ticket. Just like that, I was off to Toulon. Oh, you've never heard of it? That's because it's possibly the most boring city in France. I thought it would be on the coast, which it sort of is, but the main part of town just has a port. I didn't really do anything too exciting there.
It was still pretty, though.
The next morning, I decided to go to Nice because I knew for a fact it was a cool place. I was completely wonderstruck on the train ride. I had a book, but I don't think I looked down from the window a single time. The little seaside villages looked amazingly cozy, I can't imagine waking up to the Mediterranean Sea every day. You know when you're driving towards the beach, and you see the sparkling water through the trees for the first time and you're not sure if it's just a trick of your eyes or actually the ocean? It was exactly like that the first time I saw the Mediterranean. I didn't think that it could be real, it was so beautiful. The Oregon coast is always lovely too, but I've never seen anything like the South of France.
I somehow found the youth hostel super quickly, checked in, and then was off to the water!
I sat on a rocky jetty with the waves washing up on my toes for I don't know how long, I was completely content to sit there forever.
I sat on the beach for awhile, reading and writing in my journal, generally enjoying the view.
That night I found an English restaurant and made friends with this huge group of Australians that were there. They had a live band and everyone danced up on the tables all day.
The rest of my trip won't be too exciting for you guys, basically I sat on the beach all day in my swimming suit alternately reading, writing, and swimming. It was absolutely fantastic! I can't wait to go back.
It was nice when I came back to have a place to call home, and that I feel at home in this house.
I'm happy :)Breathtaking, right?
This is about as high up as you can get in Nice. They have a cute little restaurant and park at the top.
Reading Jane Eyre, of course.