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Published: December 22nd 2010
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I get back on the train from Cannes, and I realize that this is more likely than not my last train ride for this trip. I was a little exited, but also saddened because realizing this meant that my trip was almost over. From Cannes to my stop were eight stops, so I really tried to take in as much as I could during this train ride. The train ride was smooth, and before I knew it, I was back at my stop. I exit the train, cross the street, and make my way back to my hotel. I decide to walk on the beach one last time, so I make my way and in Nice, the beach is not made of sand, but it is small smooth stones. People still just put their blankets down and laid on them like they would the sand. Actually, they did not appear to be too hard or rough. I walk up and down the sidewalk for a little while, and then I find me a spot on a park bench. I started reminiscing about my journey to this point and reflected back on all of the wonderful and beautiful things I had witnessed
over the last week. I felt as if I had seen a lifetime of sights all in a week. I realized how lucky and fortunate I am and have been, and I started to get emotional as I overlooked the Mediterranean Sea and the sun setting off in the east. After the emotional reflection, I make my way back to my hotel. I pack up my things, and then go out to my balcony for one last look at the Nice night time sky. How beautiful.
I had prearranged a cab for the next morning at 5:00 for my flight out of Nice was at 6:50. I thought this would give me plenty of time. The morning came, and as before, I had to wait about fifteen to twenty minutes to get my cab. He finally arrived, and after loading my luggage in the trunk, I asked him the fare to the airport. He asked me which terminal, and of course I did not know this, so he made a phone call, and based on the airline that I was on he determined where I would need to go. He told me the fare, and immediately I knew this was
a rip off, for the airport was only one exit up from my hotel exit. I could see the planes from my hotel window. We arrive at the airport, and I had no choice but to pay the 25 Euros. I make my way in, and the security line was not even open yet. If I would have known this, I would have slept a little longer. After between thirty to forty five minutes, I was able to clear security and make my way to my gate. Nice airport is not very big, and I was definitely there way too early, for there was not much to do once inside the gate. I board my plane and go to my layover in Amsterdam. Amsterdam is definitely a different place based on what I could gather from the crowd in the airport. I was not able to see the city, but I would love to go back some day. The airport was huge. I walked a good distance to get to my connecting gate. Once there, I sat and waited until I could board my return flight to Atlanta. Again, I started reflecting on my journey, and how lucky that I
am to be able to do what I am able to do. Some would love the opportunity, and it probably will never happen. I am thankful and blessed, and I hope I can always remember this on any and all future travel experiences.
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