Friday, July 13, 2012

And Then There Were Eight

Seven of us arrived in Nice around ten o'clock and we picked up two rental cars before settling in to wait for our eighth classmate, John, to arrive from Florida via Atlanta and Paris.

Six hours later he arrived at the villa by taxi (you didn't think we were going to kill a day in Nice sitting in an airport, did you?  Please.  He's a big boy!). He had horror stories about Air France that topped our U.S. Airways tales.  Must the French try to outdo us in everything?  Isn't it enough that the women can eat foie gras and drink wine and still lose weight?  And is scarf-tying taught during toilette training?  I digress...

We spent the weekend swimming in the pool, lounging on the terrasse(s) and trying not to lose anyone in the 426 rooms.   Seriously, this is a beautiful villa perched on the hillside below the medieval town of St. Jeannette, just a ten minute walk up the hill. Well, that's what the books say. If you're 60 years old it takes twenty minutes and a Peaugot.  But it's worth the jog, especially after two Mohitos and a midnight trek down the dark streets to get home.

The vistas are incredible, the pizza is lousy and the weather is perfect.  In other words, we don't want to leave. Please send money.
Our Villa at St. Jeannett, France

View from our Villa

View from our villa
One of many incredible flowers growing on our "home"


entryway


Mary and John chillin' by the pool
Janice and Diane
Living room of the villa

One of the terraces in the villa



5 comments:

Anonymous said...

No money on the way, but glad you are all having a great time! Carla

Natalie said...

Love, love, love hearing your updates! I can imagine you all giggling and careening down the dark, twisty streets. At least that's how I'd behave if I was on a trip with my high school friends!

MyriamC said...

You will share pictures once you're back, right? Can't wait!

Elizabeth said...

Oh my, I wish I were there!

MyriamC said...

Oh my, what a splendid the view!