Saturday, October 5, 2013

DATELINE: Genoa to Nice

I'm finally in a country where I can understand what people are saying.  What a relief, although I have given myself a stern talking to about learning Italian.  But here we are, in cool and grey Nice.  The train ride from Genoa was absolutely gorgeous; the sun came out to reward us, we had window seats, and the whole blue Mediterranean Sea stretched out as far as the eye could see.  Beautiful little seaside towns stretched down to the water and up into the forested hills.  Pretty colors, red tile roofs, mostly green shutters or striped awnings.  Train stopped in Ventemigila where we changed to Nice.  In the last two days we've taken 6 train rides and had to huck bags up and down stairs, into and out of trains, up to baggage racks, and down again.  Now we're going to be in one place for two nights, and then one more train ride and we're settled for two weeks.  I can't wait.  Weather is not supposed to be all that great tomorrow so I don't know if we'll get down to the Old City and the Sunday market.  I think I'd like to simply sleep all day but hey, how often do I get to Nice?  It's been almost 30 years since Mr. C and I were here together.  I was here with my college pal, Patty, about 20 years ago.  What's different?  So far as I can tell so far, more high-rise apartments for the Euro-rich.

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