I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know, Im not very good at this updating your blog in a timely fashion sort of thing. We all have our imperfections, right?
Nice was great. In fact it was so great, that I decided to stay for two extra days, skipping Lyon. The hostel that I was in was incredible. I still can't get over how comfortable those beds were, and the bathtubs, my god!
so after dinner the other night with the men, who turned out to be the owners of several restaurants and bars all over Europpe, we went out drinking. And boy the next day did knave a hangover. Not because I drank too much, but because I was drinking this homemade prune cordial. It was so sweet that it just gave me the worst headache the next morning. But never you fear dear readers, I had the perfect cure the next day- an afternoon on the beach! So here I am, indulging in a private afternoon on the beach, with a raging alcohol induced headache when just as soon as I settled in to my very comfortable position, ALONE(as I preferred it) this man comes and asks if he can sit next to me. Hmmm... Is he a weirdo or a nice guy... There a some risks you take in life and this was one of mine, I decided that he was a nice guy. It was a combination of the very smart looking business suit he had on, and the French accent which made it hard to understand/detect any trace of "weirdo". He sat down and I once again Settled into my hangover, when he started talking, and WOULDN'T STOP. I mean dear god, about the weatherm about his job, about where I'm from, about god only knows what and I'm just like staring at him like, "listen, pal. I have no time for this, I'm hungover, can't you see that?!?!?". (I should now tell you that I hadn't yet showered and one look at me and you'd know i was hungover). But the man persisted. Well finally he asked me if I would get a drink with him after he returned from Monaco that evening, and now I finally decidied that the man is after all a complete werido(looking back, who in their right mind wears a business suit on the beach?). I would like to say that I had a clever line along the lines of, oh I would love to join you but I'm dining with the ambassadors son in Cannes tonight and I'm afraid I just can't cancel. But instead I agreed. Now listen, I had every intention of blowing him off, but this was no risk I was going to take, turning him down in person. You never know what a weirdo in a business suit will do... But I guess he detected that I had reservations about going, and this is when he said something I'll never forget:
Don't worry, I won't abduct you!
Code red. And this is about the time that I took off in a near dead sprint in the opposite direction of Philipe.
YIkes.
ResponderEliminarI guess you take the good with the bad. You're really outgoing, which is good when you're traveling because you meet cool people, like those restauranteurs. But you also risk getting so-called "non-abductors," like the chatty suit man.
I read a travel book about a girl in Italy. She was also sitting alone on a beach when the only other person sat next to her and started talking.