Hot! 5 Weeks, 4 Sunglasses, 3 Countries, 2 Tired Feet, 1 Birthday

The adventure is almost over. I get on a plane tomorrow, travel through five cities in 24 hours and if all goes according to plan, arrive back in the desert by midnight. As I look at the Baie de Ange one last time I am excited to come back to my friends and sad to leave the many I have here.

I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been busy seeing Provence and climbing. First I took a day pack and tried bus travel in France. I went to Aix-en-Provence, an adorable town with a beautiful cathedral, buzzing market and amazing spices. Then I jumped over to Arles where Van Gough spent some time and cut off his ear. I think I see why. It’s a hard town to get out of once you’re there. I also went to Les Saintes Maries where the Rhone meets the sea and saw flamingos for the first time.

The weather was hot and humid. I’m not joking when I say I miss the dry heat of Phoenix. I came back to Nice exhausted and had a day to recover before my Italian friends crossed the border for two days of climbing. We went to Turbie, a small town just around the bend of the ocean. It’s only a 15 minute drive from Nice when you know what you’re doing. It took us two hours to get there. The rock was great though – with spectacular views worth the excuse to rest on the climbs up.

Our biggest mistake for Turbie was parking at the high lot. When the afternoon sun made the rock too hot, we had a strenuous hike up the hill without enough water. It wore my legs out more than the climbing. The next day, as we headed back to Turbie we stopped in the village of Eze for breakfast and supplies, and made the wise decision to head to the beach instead. We went to Villefranche, a village stacked on the hill and slept on the warm rocks.

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