I embodied the word “bum” this weekend.
I’ve been having a rough last 2 weeks at work, minimum 12 hours each day because my main client has found a new ways to inconvenience me. I intended to work today & I should have… but that would turn out to not happen.
Saturday I just did general errands, met up with a few American & Irish expats for a day drink. I got a bit more pissed than anticipated, but I wasn’t a hot mess & I met some interesting new people. It was fun, just the usual issue as I’m the youngest by about 40 years. Everyone is either married with teenagers or pension collectors bragging about getting 20-somethings to sunbath topless of their yachts.
I love Nice, but I’m ready for a change of scenery.
Today I went to Menton, I consider it a more livable French city than Nice & I am always enamored with the Italian culture of the area since it is 10 minutes from the border. I laid out the beach, I have finally found Chinese dumpling on the French Riviera & walked around with gelato.
The trains were heavily guarded, 6 armed military members per car & 4 escorting the conductor checking tickets. Perhaps a ramble for another post, but I’m awkward “AF” around police or basically anyone with authority. I have no idea why local police & military make me so nervous, it’s not like I’ve personally had bad experiences with them & I’ve never even had a parking ticket.
My lease is up in June & I don’t really have a plan since I’m not doing the Camino until October now. I’m thinking of trying to get a one month lease in Menton, then just “Nomad” it up until I leave for the hike. What am I doing with life? Who am I even?