Lots to tell, but should let you know that I'm going to Ibiza tomorrow so who knows this may be my last post. Kidding. I have watched Kevin and Perry Go Large in preparation, and if you haven't seen that film you should.
Anyway, have been to lots of different places in a short amount of time so I'll get on with it:
THE FRENCH RIVIERA
The bus that takes us from city to city plays films during the journey, and the film that was played as we drove to Nice, which is in the south of France and on the Cote d'Azur, was Casino Royale. This was good because of a) Daniel Craig, and b) it got everyone pretty excited for some a bit of Monaco action (I know that movie isn't set in Monaco but pretty much every other Bond movie is so we can just pretend). So, as I said in my last post, we drove high up on the hill overlooking Monaco, saw the Grace Kelly accident sight, learnt some pretty interesting facts about Monaco (example: the reason the government can afford to not charge taxes is because of how much profit the casino/s make!), and generally got very excited. We were staying in Nice however (back in France my favourite), which was very multicultural, relaxed, beautiful scenery and had a nice long beach- even though the sand was very large pebbles. We went to the MAMAC, which is the modern and contemporary art gallery and saw some wacky stuff. The reason we were so keen to go there is we were told Andy Warhol's soup can painting was on display. It wasn't. Still had plenty to look at though. We wandered through the old town which, as all good old towns are, was a jumble of little streets filled with cafes and quirky shops and beggars. Also fun fact, all the beggars in Europe have amazing dogs. We took the public bus to Monaco on the second day (which bizarrely only cost one euro) and although it's a different country you do not need a passport or any ID to get in. (Another fact: actual citizens of Monaco cannot gamble in their own casinos!). So we went there, saw some serious gold diggers with their boyfriends (man friends. grandpa friends?), swam at the beach, slightly smaller pebbles this time, skulked past the famous Montecarlo Casino (skulked because it costs money to get in and you have to be dressed nicely and we were in our togs), and all decided that marrying a Monaco-nise billionaire is a great idea. Also, did you know you have to pay the King of Monaco a million euros just to apply to live there? And can you tell I Wikipedia-ed Monaco? Just trying to make the blog educational. So a big thumbs up for Nice and Monaco, also I found the best supermarket yet in Nice so, yeah. Obviously the others didn't share my passion or want to discuss it as much as me but I thought it had an excellent range. Oh also Joni and I saw the Dark Knight Rises (finally), and let's just say seeing Michael Caine cry could tug the heart strings of even the most hardened criminal.
Anyway, in the words of Jay-Z, onto the next one
AVIGNON
I've done an acrostic poem for Avignon, which does not rhyme.
A: Avignon you were 40+ degrees and very very hot
V: Very disappointing to find out that most if not all of Avignon's museums are closed Mondays. Our only full day there was a Monday. But it's okay because we are Europe and nothing gets us down!
I: I got a crepe! Buckwheat. With ham and tomato. But accidentally asked for cheese. Then said 'oh sorry no cheese'. Then the French Monsieur said in the greatest French accent 'JUST HAM?!?' like it was the most ridiculous suggestion ever. Contender for highlight of Avignon.
G: Got up early one morning for a run (crepe guilt) and got some cool pictures of the Pont St-BĂ©nezet amongst the morning fog. Was a bit spooky.
N: No fan and no air-conditioner in the room makes everyone grumpy.
O: OK I had two crepes. Different days though.
N: No bikes for us! Tried to hire bikes from these automatic bike stations to ride along the Rhone river but, alas, not speaking French makes that hard.
So Avignon you were great, lovely and quaint, but we were pretty stoked to be getting on the bus to, my second favourite European city, Barcelona!
BARCELONA
Ah. Back to the city of, I don't really know. Everything? We are only here for 3 nights (don't know what our past selves were thinking) so we've had to make the most of it. Very thankful I'd already spent a week here. I don't know if you remember what my hostel was like when I went to Barcelona with Claire, but the one we're in now is the exact opposite. Private room, private bathroom, no strange housekeeper skyping loudly, but it's slightly further away from La Rambla so, you win some you lose some. The first night we had Paella and Tapas for dinner, bought some alcohol to drink before going out, Sophie accidentally knocked it over and it smashed, so I bowed out of the nights proceedings and went to sleep instead. I know I know, calm down, but it is week 10! Next day we went to La Boqueria! Aka Disneyland! Aka the food market! I got my fruit juice breakfast and admired all the amazing cheeses, meats, fruits, breads, tapas, and all the other treasures under this magical roof. I may have picked up a gift for someone here! Hint: they are related to me. They are male. They are not my brother. We then went to marvel at the Sagrada Familia, a huge church by the famous Gaudi. I explain it all in this video:
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Joni and I then spent the afternoon at the beach, real sand this time, but it made me a bit sad to be honest. About every 2 minutes we were interrupted with 'massage?' 'cold water?' 'fresh coconut?' 'beautiful henna tattoo?' And I know what you're thinking, why is that sad? Sounds like heaven really. But there are hundreds of obviously very poor people going up and down the beach trying to make money anyway they possibly can, and also when you're dressed appropriately for a Spanish beach it's a bit awkward having to fend off someone trying to sell you a Sprite. I ended up getting the beautiful henna tattoo by the way. A Southern Cross on my back. Girls gotta fit in.
Out on the town Wednesday night and got chatting to a guy who lives up the road from me, and when he's home goes into my old work everyday! If there is one thing this trip has taught me it's that the world is a very small place. Our last day, today, was spent wandering aimlessly, and those days are often my favourite.
Some of the trips big highlights are still to come, Ibiza this weekend, La Tomatina on Wednesday, then Portugal, another week or so of Spain, then a leisurely few days in Bordeaux and Switzerland before the grand finale of Oktoberfest! Then you can stop reading this infernal blog which you only do because you feel obliged too, or read for a giggle. With me, not at me. Of course.
Anyway, will post again soon. Hopefully.
p.s: in case you're interested, am reading One Day by David Nicholls at the moment. It's very funny and I'm enjoying it a lot, especially when I can forget Anne Hathaway plays Emma in the movie. Stupid Anne Hathaway.
Like we hadn't noticed Monaco
Monaco
Monte Carlo Casino
MAMAC artwork
Nice.