We woke up early in Rome to head to the airport. We had tried to buy cheap plane tickets to Nice online but it wasn’t working, so we were off to buy them in person at the airport.
Turns out, this is not the best option, because the tickets cost more at the counter. The girl at the desk apologized but explained there was nothing she could do. So we each paid more than double the online price and headed to security for our gate.
When it was time to board, we walked out onto the tarmac and boarded a little shuttle bus that took us to our Blue Panorama plane, which is a lot like Southwest. As soon as we got off the bus, people ran to the two entrances at the front and back of the plane to board. The seating was first come, not reserved. But finding a seat together was not an issue.
It’s a very short flight from Nice to Rome… less than an hour, but with great views of Italy’s coast and islands in the Mediterranean. I sat in a window seat on the eastern side of the plane.
When we arrived in Nice, it was very warm. The sun was out and there was steam coming off the runway because it had recently rained. The Nice airport is on the water and again you have to just walk across the tarmac to get inside the airport. We found the bus to the train station and were on our way.
The bus drove along the coast and I understood why it was called the Cote d’Azur! There were palm trees, white sandy beaches, rocks, and beautiful blue water. I couldn’t stop staring out the window.
Originally we had planned to go to Monaco for one night, but changed our plans to save money in France. I’m glad we did, because of the surprise additional cost of the flight. So we caught a train to Montpellier where we had a reservation that night. Again, I walked down the aisle of our car taking pictures out the windows of the beautiful coast.
|View of a French vineyard from the train.|
|View from the train.|
We arrived in Montpellier after dark with no map or idea of how to get to our hotel. We asked some girls, but no one speaks much English in France. Luckily they understood some of Nicole’s Spanish and pointed us towards a cyber café so we could look it up.
The French people in the cyber café were awesome! None of them spoke much English either, but they helped us pull up a Google map and were arguing in French about the best way to go. Finally, after all coming to agreement on where to go, we headed off towards the Plaza de la Comedie, which was only a few blocks away. Our hotel was called Hotel de la Comedie, and considering that the plaza it’s on is very central to the city and well known, I’m not sure why the guys in the cyber café took so long to give us directions. But whatever, we made it!
|Montpellier Christmas Festival|
We were happy to find a very busy and fun Christmas Festival on the plaza. We quickly checked into our hotel on the plaza and headed back out to explore the wonders of a European Christmas Festival.
|Seafood boat. Oysters, Mussels, Shrimp, Prawns!|
There were lots of drink choices… I started out with a glass of champagne and talked with the French man in broken English about how I had just arrived. He welcomed me to France and another drunk French customer gave me a toast in all French and I have no idea what he was saying. I smiled and nodded and drank up. I was enjoying France already!
I moved on and had a warm mulled wine. I tried the mulled wine from every stand to see which was best, but they were all good! I had a shrimp cocktail from a seafood stand. The most popular seafood dish was the soup, but I love shrimp and can’t pass them up. I had a nutella crepe for dessert. I watched the lady pour the batter on the hot iron circle and spread the thing layer for my crepe. And she loaded it up with nutella. Oh man it was so warm and gooey and delicious! Let’s not think about calories now, you’re in France! I kept telling myself that…
|Nutella Crepe - Nummy!|
There was a dance tent with a live band covering American rock songs from the 50’s. I enjoyed watching the French people dancing the twist to Woolly Bully and singing along. Eventually, I was too full to eat, drink, or be merry any more… It was time for bed.