Niiiiiiiiice!
Hi, guys! I'm back from Nice!
In case anyone wonders what the fuck I did in Nice, I can explain. Honestly. I visited Tanja whom I've known for OVER TWENTY YEARS. She is made of WIN and AWESOME.
This is Tanja cooking lunch. Brunch. Linner. Dunch. Frying eggs with stuff. That sugar thing I was talking about, you know, the quitting? To Hell it went with candy for breakfast and sweets for dinner. On the other hand, maybe it was good, because I can't even start imagining eating something sweet now...
So, um on Monday first thing I slept because the week before had been made of all-nighters, and then we walked and I loved the city and the houses and OMG the houses. Talked and stuff. Tanja was writing a report for school, I was doing more harm than helping lol. And the next day we walked again and didn't do much. We took a swim. I took a swim, rather, and Tanja just watched. because she can't swim and is too cool anyway.
The day we really got our ass in gear was yesterday. Mind you, by the time we were ready to leave the house it was four o'clock, maybe. But we did climb a hill. That was the only really touristy thing we did, because being a good person of great taste and integrity I was zero interested in Cannes and Monaco.
Greetings from sunny Nice! I didn't bring any cosmetics/creams/girly liquids with me becasue I was unsure aboutthe rules. I thought "okay, I can have a couple of I don't care too much about my looks days". My skin went "FUCK YEAH!!!!" at that. All my photogenity was blown to pieces. It's been very bad skin and needs to be punished. The view, that can also be seen o the title photo of the post was niiiiiice, though.
Если друг оказался вдруг и тд и тп.
Tanja point as something that is not a cactus, as I being a layman, called it.
Then we were going to an eat all tapas and drink all champagne you like for 10 euro place. But I found a construction made for climbing and I climbed.
This is how happy I was. Climbing is niiiiiiiiiiiice.
We did not go to the tapas and champagne place, we went to a pancake place.
Tanja's pancake was with some sort of cherries in "eau de vie" (have I mentioned everything was in French all the time?) and my was with whisky. Niiiiice.
I had an American Coffee and Tanja had a Lipton Yellow Lable tea.
Then Tanja and I went drinking. After that we went to a latino place where the Birthday of a classmate of Tanja's was celebrated. After that Tanja, I and two girls hung out on the beach. Then we all went home, and I wanted to go for a swim so I did. We didn't have any swimming attire with us, so ha. The sea was warm and nice and thank Percy there were no guys around because guys were hitting on us all the time. They were hitting on anyone with boobs all the time.
I only found out that it happened in the Internet sense of the word when I uploaded the pics onto my computer. Tanja is a Real Friend, as I like to put it. She also called me Boticelli's Venus. Serious Real Friendship.
This work of art was found on our way home from the sea.
This morning, Tanja suggested we got croissants and coffee for breakfast, because we were in effing Nice and all. so we did. Breakfasted on the beach. Niiiiiiiiice.
And then I went home on a plane with the best crew of all crews I've experiences. "We are approaching Stockholm, the temperature putside is, well, a typical Swedish summer day, kinda".
In case anyone wonders what the fuck I did in Nice, I can explain. Honestly. I visited Tanja whom I've known for OVER TWENTY YEARS. She is made of WIN and AWESOME.
This is Tanja cooking lunch. Brunch. Linner. Dunch. Frying eggs with stuff. That sugar thing I was talking about, you know, the quitting? To Hell it went with candy for breakfast and sweets for dinner. On the other hand, maybe it was good, because I can't even start imagining eating something sweet now...
So, um on Monday first thing I slept because the week before had been made of all-nighters, and then we walked and I loved the city and the houses and OMG the houses. Talked and stuff. Tanja was writing a report for school, I was doing more harm than helping lol. And the next day we walked again and didn't do much. We took a swim. I took a swim, rather, and Tanja just watched. because she can't swim and is too cool anyway.
The day we really got our ass in gear was yesterday. Mind you, by the time we were ready to leave the house it was four o'clock, maybe. But we did climb a hill. That was the only really touristy thing we did, because being a good person of great taste and integrity I was zero interested in Cannes and Monaco.
Greetings from sunny Nice! I didn't bring any cosmetics/creams/girly liquids with me becasue I was unsure aboutthe rules. I thought "okay, I can have a couple of I don't care too much about my looks days". My skin went "FUCK YEAH!!!!" at that. All my photogenity was blown to pieces. It's been very bad skin and needs to be punished. The view, that can also be seen o the title photo of the post was niiiiiice, though.
Если друг оказался вдруг и тд и тп.
Tanja point as something that is not a cactus, as I being a layman, called it.
Then we were going to an eat all tapas and drink all champagne you like for 10 euro place. But I found a construction made for climbing and I climbed.
This is how happy I was. Climbing is niiiiiiiiiiiice.
We did not go to the tapas and champagne place, we went to a pancake place.
Tanja's pancake was with some sort of cherries in "eau de vie" (have I mentioned everything was in French all the time?) and my was with whisky. Niiiiice.
I had an American Coffee and Tanja had a Lipton Yellow Lable tea.
Then Tanja and I went drinking. After that we went to a latino place where the Birthday of a classmate of Tanja's was celebrated. After that Tanja, I and two girls hung out on the beach. Then we all went home, and I wanted to go for a swim so I did. We didn't have any swimming attire with us, so ha. The sea was warm and nice and thank Percy there were no guys around because guys were hitting on us all the time. They were hitting on anyone with boobs all the time.
I only found out that it happened in the Internet sense of the word when I uploaded the pics onto my computer. Tanja is a Real Friend, as I like to put it. She also called me Boticelli's Venus. Serious Real Friendship.
This work of art was found on our way home from the sea.
This morning, Tanja suggested we got croissants and coffee for breakfast, because we were in effing Nice and all. so we did. Breakfasted on the beach. Niiiiiiiiice.
And then I went home on a plane with the best crew of all crews I've experiences. "We are approaching Stockholm, the temperature putside is, well, a typical Swedish summer day, kinda".