Friday night – Possibly the worst nights sleep of my life. We waited for a long time for the métro to the airport. Then we wandered around the airport looking for a place to spend the night. We couldn’t get through security because it was about midnight (so securtiy was closed but we found a nice bench just outside of Mcdonalds and declared « this is the place ». Half of the girls decided that they would try to sleep on the chairs (with arm rests) and the other half of us banked on the floor. I lay out my towel, plumped up my backpack (for a pillow) and used my scarf for a wonderful blanket. I looked at my masterpeice and said to myself – with all my practice at philmont and my creativity with my luggage, this night is going to be gréât ! And then I lay down.

Turns out concrete floors are not the same as beds of pineneedles. Surprise ! Also there was some machine which made a high pitched sound about every 30 seconds – so everytime I thought I was just about to drift off to dream land that blaring sound would remind me of my reality. I lay on my back. Turned to my side. Hmmm, maybe the otherside. Stomach ? Definately not. Curled legs, uncruled legs. That is about when the screaming started. Some poor child was being forced to the same fate as us (waiting in the airport all night) and he was not happy. Only when its 3 in the morning and you are trying despirately to sleep, it is hard to keep that perspective. I wanted to kill him ! About the time he stopped screaming a parade of clicking heels marched passed as flight attendents and security people reported to work. Around 4 :30 we just got up resigned ourselves to the fact that we were not going to sleep, bought an expensive but totally Worth it pain au pomme, and made our way to security. (turns out our night could have been worse – Sarah had the night by herself at orley airport where there are mice !!) After we made it through security we dicovered they have bed like benches and carpeted floors… yeah… we totally had hobo envy.
Saturday : The short flight to Nice was fairly uneventful. We got there and took the bus to the beach by our hôtel. It was beautiful. We went to the grociery store and then had a picnic on the beach. Following that we held up towels for eachother so that we could change into our suits in the public shower. Other women did not have any issues about modesty as we got our first taste of topless sun bathers (question : why is it that the topless women are always old, flabby and wrinkly ? – GROSS- cover that up ! Well, then Maddi, Kayla, and I swam out to the boowy which was a lot farther that it first looked – but the water was cool, clear, and beautiful ! We played at the beach the whole day. I built a rock castle (because the beach was rocks not sand), and we had some gréât conversations. It was a wonderful relaxing day which we followed up with some delicous food at a café (I got a gyro assiette…mmm). The only draw back to the day was the fact that I got FRIED !! Anyway – the other worry was the fact that we were staying in a Small hôtel with 8 girls (when there should have been 3). We were scared that they would kick us out – so we had to go back to the hôtel in shifts so that the management wouldn’t get suspicious. So after dinner some when home and some of us wandered around the beach front rue. It was so beautiful ! Then another shift went back and others of us went to the old quarter of Nice. The buildings were absoulutely wonderful. The Bright colored walls and shutters just made everything cheerful. Sadly I was not feeling too gréât…. I felt feverish because of the sun burn, but it was totally worth it. Well, we were just about to start walking back when it started pooring rain. The rain felt like electric shocks on my burn but at the same time it felt good. We danced around in the rain and then got a little cold and decided to wait for it to let up a bit. We stood undersome trees and talked while we waited for the rain to stop. Then we went home for the night (I claimed the floor again so that I wouldn’t have to touch anyone.



Sunday- Mckenna, Sarah and I got up and worked hard to find the bus that would take us to the street where the Church building was. It took a lot of prayer for everhthing to work out because I am not a gréât bus navagator. Anyway – Finally we got on the bus and were still a little worried that we wouldn’t find the Church – when I saw a man with a book rolled up in his hand. « I think that is a gospel docterine book ! » So we creepily followed him and Voilà – the Church. Unfortunatly the bus fiasco took us so long that we only got to go to sacrament meeting – but I saw it as a miracle that we actually did make it just in time for the sacrament. After Church – everyone was SOO cute. The guy that we followed actually came up and talked to us for a while about what we were doing there and other fun Small talk – he was super nice ! I LOVE OUR CHURCH !! then we talked to a girl who was actually from Lyon so she told us what we should do when we go there, and was again way friendly. And then we met the mom of an elder who is serving with the institute in our Ward back in paris (Elder Plaitain). She was super cute and told us to give her son a bizou and then she was like « well you can’t really do that but give him a nice big hand shake ! » Well then we had to leave and meet up with the other girl so that we could go to Monaco. Sadly the rain was COMING DOWN ! Some girls started to back out of going but they couldn’t think of anything else to do in the rain – and I just said « well, I am going to go. I figure that I am only in Nice once – if I get drenched – so be it. » Turns out everyone decided to come. We found the bus and took a beautiful wet ride along the coast to another country ! It reminded me a lot of greece except with brighter colored houses. When we got there, Sarah and I split up to find the bus stop going the other direction (so that we knew what time the last bus left – turned out it was a good thing we checked because we only had about an hour. So we walked around in the rain and saw lots of AMAZING cars, the beautiful beach, ornate casinos and the fun, different architecture. Then after a while of walking around we got back on the bus and rode back. Then we took our wet, soggy selves back to the hôtel room and tried to dry out. We made an early night of it – and this time I took a spot on the bed (which was a double and a twin pushed together with 5 girls on it.)



Monday – BEST DAY EVER ! So it turned out that the only ones who wanted to go on the bike ride were me, Sarah, and Paul. So Sarah and I walked to the bike rental place (after getting a little lost) and met Paul there. We stood in line for a while and then signed our souls away in return for our three new best friends (our bikes). Mine had a lovely basket which I was happy to shove my backpack in so that I didn’t have to carry it against my burnt back. Then we walked across the street to the train station. After a monetary fiasco because of the stupid train ticket machines which only take coins, we finally got our tickets and got onto the train. Then we rode out to Cannes. We got out in Cannes and biked around a bit trying to find the beach. Then we had a nice old lady take a picture for us – but I am pretty sure she had some sight problems so they were kinda crazy. (but I loved her cause she was so sweet and nice to us). Well, then we started out on our épic ride. At first, Sarah and I thought we might die becuase of all the trafic and cars nearly nicking us ! I was a little nervous, but then I would look out on the sailboat filled sea and my heart would soar ! At times like that I would shout « WOOOT WOOT ! » and that became my tag line. I am pretty sure I said it about a million times that day. I loved riding along the coast with the most beautiful italianate houses, Bright blue océan and lovely sandy or rocky beaches. It was seriously unreal ! We stopped and got some food at a super marché and then biked to an old fort. There we sat for about an hour just talking, eating and enjoying the beauty and amazing-ness of where we were. Then we kept biking and stopped every so often to take pictures. To be honest no words, no pictures can acurately capture what an amazing expérience it was ! Well, the ride took alot less time that we expected so we got back to Nice at about 3 :30 and didn’t have to return the bikes until 6 :30 so we went to another super marché and bought 2 liters of ice cream (chocolaté and coconut) and then rode over to a huge set of stairs in nice. Then we climbed up to the look out and downed that ice cream b/w the three of us. MMM….. so good. There was an awesome accordian player who just added to the unreal magic of the whole day. Then we biked back to the bike shop and gave back our wonderful little bikes and then walked to paul’s hostle so that we could go to the bathroom. We sat in there and talked for a while and then we went to go get dinner. After a long time searching we found an inexpencive persian place – SOOO GOOD and the man who ran it was super nice ! He helped show us how to eat it and joked around with us when we ordered things that he no longer made. It was a perfect little place and the food was delicous ! Well, after that we thought about doing a Sunset swim but Sarah and I were a little cold and way too full. So instead we just had an épic rock skipping contest which turned out to be just crazily throw rocks in the the beautiful océan. Then we just hung out on the beach for a while, talking, throwing rocks, and enjoying the remainder of our perfect day !



Tuesday:
Four of us got up early so that we could get to the airport. We made it there in plenty of time, and then our flight was delayed so I just sat on the floor and tried to sleep. Then we finally got on the plane and rode back to Paris. When we got back to the train station, we bought métro tickets but they didn’t work from that station apparently – but we didn’t have enough stupid coins to buy the right ticket – so I am sorry to admit we piggy packed onto the train. Well, then we got back to our appartement started to pack, and then I really wanted to see the inside of the Pantheon –but Mckenna had already seen it. So I went for a walk by myself just wandering the Streets of Paris in the perfect paris weather (misty and drizzly). I walked around and realized just how much I am going to miss this city. Then I went to the Patheon where I met up with Paul who said that we could climb up it – so we did – it was super cool. I loved seeing the graves of Voltaire, Hugo, etc but also seeing all the main sights of Paris from the top of the Pantheon. Then I walked home and had dinner with Claude which was delicious and fun ! I love her so bad !