Continuing our love affair with the Mediterrain Sea, we spent the day at the beach. From our hostel you can see the sea, so it took us less then 5 mins to get there. Along the beach was a boardwalk. With shops and cafes, people excersing or just strolling along. The boardwalk is also filled with palm trees which is a treat for us Canadians.
The beach is filled with private and public beaches. The private is fenced off from the public, with comfy deck chairs and waiters serving drinks. The public has a place rinse off the salt water....and thats it. Again this was no sandy mexico beach, it is rocks. Now, we loved the rocks in monte carlo...small and it doesnt get everywhere like sand. Nice is not so kind. They are BIG rocks, and hurt alot to lay on. We stole a blanket from the hostel, (dont worry we always bring it back) but it didnt help much. O well, the view was worth it.
By view I mean the mountains, distant waterfalls, gracious European buildings, and blue seas as far as the eye can see. Once all settled on our boulders, you start to look around at the other people on the beach. Alot of guys sporting mullets and speedos. Young and old.....ever seen an 80 year old man walk out of the sea in a speedo? Dont even try to imagine it, it will scar you. Then you notice the women....topless. Which isnt a huge deal, I mean we are in Europe. But, lets just say I no longer have to wonder what my boobs will look like when im 70. And these ladies are serious about their tan. Tanning is a career for them, and they take it seriously. They are dark and leathery like a purse. I immediatly put more sunscreen on.
What can I say about the beach. Its a wonderful way to spend the day, great way to relax and catch up on reading. You lay uncomfortably on those rocks, listen to the waves, and think...there is no other place I would rather be. The weather by the Mediterrain is kinda weird. In the morning it is quite cool and takes its time to warm up. Then by 1:30 it is hot hot hot, till about 6, then its cold. O well, if you sit on those rocks for more then 4 hours you wont be able to move the next day.
After a successful day at the beach we headed back to our hostel. We might have gotten a bit more sun then we are used to and had a bit of sun stroke. But it was worth it, because now we also have a fabulous tan. Our hostel unfortunatly does not have a common room, but does have a sister hostel with one. Itching for some new people to converse with, we headed off. It was a cute hostel with a small common area, but well decorated. Sittting awkwardly on a couch we waited for some people to talk to. Sure enough, two Canadian girls spotted the Roots Hoodies and came to chat. These girls were from Ontario, just graduated college, were backpack for 6 weeks and were 4 weeks in.
We traded stories and tips. Even found out that we are not the only one who have fallen in love with Kebabs. These are the type of nights I love. The type of nights you dont get in Canada. Sharing a bound with complete strangers because you both share a love of travelling.
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