If Ever There Was a Time For Marrying Rich

            
          The train ride to Monte Carlo was interesting. Although it was many hours spent on the train the time flew by quicker then expected. Interesting character also appeared as we approached France. One lady who was sitted in a car with us, was spanish but spoke a bit of english, french and itilian. After inquiring if we spoke Itilian, then repeated again to make sure we didnt...she asked where we were going. We replied with Monte Carlo. Then she tells us she lives just outside of Monte Carlo, no one else is there but her..... We should come stay with her! We thanked her for the offer but explained we made previous arrangements for accomadation. Then her cellphone rings....Shes speaking in spanish...but we catch certain words....France...Train....Americans...then bursts into a bellowing laugh. A while later she comments on our travels makes some small talk. Then asks of we are hungry....of course were hungry...we have been on a train for 8 hours and all we could find to eat was oreos and pringles. Then she tells us about this place in Ventimaglia (its a small town before monte carlo to take our last transfer)...its just down the way from the train station. Monte Carlo is very expensive, she insists we must eat at this place before we go. You know that feeling in your gut and when your mind flashes to a scene from a horror movie where the three stupid canadian girls are to trusting and follow the crazy spanish lady into the alley and are meeted by her sons and are robbed and murdered? Well, we canadian girls arent to trusting...we usually overly skeptical....so when she finally went to the bathroom, we confimed we all got the same feeling. At the train station she showed us the board to catch our train. Said we should take a later one cause we all have to eat....we even pointed to a food place in the station....she exclaimed that it was take away!we needed to go to her place....finally we got rid of her. Maybe nothing would have happened, but its better to be safe then sorry.

          So we reach Monte Carlo. A nice lady from the train helped us find a cab to take to our hostel. You step outside of the train station and you can literally smell money. You can tell this place was built on fortune just by looking at the buildings. Now we were kinda nervous about our hostel, the cheapest one we could find was for 40 euros a night. And everything else was much more then that....so then....what do you get for 40 euros which in Monte Carlo people use as pocket change. We were pleasently surprised. This was no hostel, it was a hotel...and one of the nicest i have ever been. Balcony, big beds, flat screen tv, satelitte, kitchen, huge bathroom, dishwasher...best part? A COFFEE MAKER! We have drank so much coffee, we are permenantly wired.

         After showering, which by the way this was a perfect shower. Nothing wrong about it. We headed out to see the town. Beautiful lights of different colours paint the town, everything seemed to drip in riches. The shopping center had the biggest chandelier i had ever seen. We past by botanical gardens, and fancy shops. Another sight was the amount of sercurity camaras....one light post had at least 8! First impression? It was kinda of like vegas...but less trashy and in better taste.

      We were pretty hungry by this point and desperate for food. We found a little resturant by the casino that was ok in price. After a delicious meal we headed back to the hotel and dreamt of meeting a rich man to marry so we could stay here forever.