wan·der·lust
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noun
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a strong desire to travel or explore the world.
“a man consumed by wanderlust”
Nice, France…YOU GUYS. Please join me on a brief visit to this magical Mediterranean wonderland on the Cote d’Azur. It’s gorgeous beyond belief. To be fair, I felt that way about the entirety of France, and what I’ve seen of Europe so far, but there is something so amazing about being in the French Riviera.
The first thing we did when we got to Nice was get settled into our hotel, which was nice and quite spacious! Aside from the creepy clown painting on the wall, the rooms were a nice size and had windows that opened up to the street so we could see what was going on around us and yell and wave at each other out of our windows. As usual, I was starving and needed food STAT (I get very hangry!) We found a cute café for lunch and proceeded to get slightly tipsy as we were ecstatic to be in France. I had a nondescript chicken Caesar salad, but my friend took a chance on a tuna quiche that sounds like it shouldn’t work. It was awesome and made me slightly sad that I had been so vanilla with my choice of lunch. I will be recreating that sometime-I hope to do it justice!
Also, can we talk about how beautiful that St. Germain glass is?! I’m happy to say after months of searching, my friend spotted them in Chicago and I am now the proud owner of two.
It was just a short walk to the Promenade des Anglais and the ocean. AHHHHHHHHH…
The palm trees! The colors! The Mediterranean!
From Castle Hill, you can see beautiful views from atop the cliff of the port, ocean, boats and the beautiful colors of the buildings.
We also took a day trip to Monaco, and hopped into Italy for some Aperol spritz’s and pasta…no big deal.
We hiked (literally, it’s a giant hill) up to the Prince’s Palace of Monaco, where we again found sweeping views of the city, the palace and the beginning location of the Grand Prix race.
From Monaco, we hopped the train to go into Italy. The first city to stop at was Ventimiglia (any relation to Milo??); it probably wasn’t the ideal town to truly experience Italy, but we found a couple cute places to shop, eat and drink. We got to people watch, and sat next to an adorable older Italian couple (think 60’s) who were taking the day in and enjoying a few Aperol spritz’s together. #goals
Now to say goodbye to one of the most magical experiences of my life. Goodbye, Nice. I’ll see you again.