Skiing in the Alps

We rode the train from Barcelona and arrived in Nice, France late that night with plans to go skiing the next day. After much discombobulation, a tram ride, a 2 hour bus ride, and ski rentals (all the while trying to do weight conversions to Kg, height to centimeters, and shoe size conversions to European, all with people who spoke French), we were ready to go. The skiing, a place called Auron (piste map above) was pretty good. The snow was icey and my performance left a lot to be desired, but it was still a great time and we got some gorgeous shots of the Alps (pictures to come later, when we can post them). Back at the hostel, (which had really good, cheap food, cheap bottles of wine, and even cheaper 1 euro tall boys of beer in a vending machine!) we sat and chatted with some other travelers while eating dinner. The next day in Nice, we tried to explore the city a bit and see some of the French Riviera, but it was pouring rain! Instead, we found a used book store with a dingy used English section and bought both The Dubliners by Joyce and Wuthering Heights by Bronte for 4 euro! We then attempted to find a jewelry store or a tattoo shop looking for a replacement for my nose ring, which had fallen out the night before. (Oh, yeah, for those of you that don't know, I pierced my nose just before the trip. Apparently, I did not think that traveling round the world for six months was adventurous enough!) I had to put one of my earrings in my nose to keep the hole open and it looked like a huge green blob on my nose, so it was a relief to find a jewelry store. Amazing how, even on vacation, silly little things still need to be dealt with, from paying bills to where to eat and sleep for the night!

Pictures of skiing to come later.