Today we arrived in Nice in the French Riviera, how posh! We fit riight in with our scraggle hair and seemingly already dirty clothes. We forgot to tell you guys, big news, huge! We did laundry in Barcelona! We found a laundromat a 10 minute walk from our hotel and decided to head that way at 8am and wash every item of clothing. This left a serious dilemma...what to wear for these few hours in public? Fortunately the ever glam Alex Foster (Jen's 15 year old brother) had some clothes for us to borrow...but NOT jeans, ew, those are not appropriate high school attire these days we learned. If you wear jeans to IHHS you may get broken up with, hated on, no one will sit with you, and heck maybe even defreinded on facebook. He adorned us in sweatpants and some staple t-shits (for you Hangover fans out there, Kel's read "One Man Wolf Pack") Alex dreerily opened one eye and asked "Do I look as homeless as you guys in those clothes"...to which we simultaneiously replied "more." Okay so now to get our laundry there...we managed to tote our laundry across our side of town and sat back as it all washed and dried. We had crammed our clothes into mesh bags to get them there, which would not work for our return as these bags were also in need of a wash. Huge success, random junk store accross the street sells giant black trash bags, these shall work wonders. We need you to use your imaginations to paint this image in your minds. Dreary makeup-less Kelly and Jenny, both sporting a mean bedhead adorned in boys sweats each carrying 2 enormous trash bags through downtown Barcelona on a Friday morning....it had happened, we were the most homeless people on the planet. People in business suits on there way to work edged away from us and homeless men and gypsy women seemed to recognize us as one of their own :)
Anyway, que the haze to clear, flashback over. We have clean clothes and we are in Nice on a cloudy day with lead feet. We wandered around the city and saw all the major sites but we must admit we were lagging a little. We saw the insane port full of huuge yahts and we selected the ones we would obviously be sailing around the Riviera on in a few years. We people watched...well boob watched...the topless beach of pebbles strwen with sun seekers. Even for a cloudy day the water was a pretty shade of aqua! Next more people watching in the main plaza as we ate our packed lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and fruit comprised of stolen breakfast items from our hostel's breakfast.
Who says we can't siesta in France? No one we decided, so we did. We debated a shower but decided to save the whales instead, partially because the company that joined us in our room was less than favorable. We shall call this nameless guy Le McCreepster...he seemed not to have a personal bubble at all and was not bothered by anyone elses as he hopped right onto Jen's bed as he told us he likes to impregnate every woman that he meets ("a joke obviously" he later declared...but we weren't so sure about this nutter). This must be our que to get up and get out so headed out scruffy to explore Nice nightlife...which was pretty nonexistent We settled for a delicious and enormous salad at a crowded Tex Mex restaurant (Tex Mex is a Nice specialty if you guys didn't know. Jeez, get some culture in your lives!). We never seem to run out of things to blabber away about and here we we talked about the world, its crazy dynamics and mystery and places we wanted to see.
Early to bed for once! Well for us, shut eye before midnight is pretty impressive....until the 7 boys who bunk in our room returned like a herd of elephants and all began snoring in a variety of tones and decibels. We both dozed with one eye open keeping that peeper on Le McCreepster. Mixed dorms are not our fave but when you dont have a plan you dont get to be too picky. We like Nice but we hope we will be able to appreciate it fully when our feet and eyelids feel less heavy and the sun is shining a little more brightly.
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