Sometimes I think I live in paradise. Life here isn't perfect. It wouldn't be anywhere. But it is so beautiful. It has been in the 60's this week. Even here, that is uncharacteristically warm for January. I am training for a half marathon, so this morning I got up relatively early for a saturday morning and ran along the beach bike trail for over 8 miles to a neighboring town. When I finished my run I climbed onto the beach, kicked off my shoes and let cold sea water wash over my slightly blistered feat. Relaxing on the beach, the warm, bright sun drying my legs and feet, I relished in how awesome my body felt, and how awesome the sky and the sun and the sea felt around me. I drank in the accomplishment of my efforts as I admired the view of the snow capped hills and mountains to my left. These can't be seen from Nice, which is nestled too close to the hills to be able to get such a view. So that is the kind of place I live in. You can run past palm trees, then sit on the beach barefoot in a t-shirt and admire the snow in the not so distant distance. Later in the day I was talking with a french family I know, and they were telling me how in the right part of the year it is possible to go skiing in the morning and then go to the beach in the afternoon. Ha! This place is fantastic.
The rest of the day included lunch, shoe shopping, promenading on a newly discovered beautiful location, cap d'antibes, which juts out into the mediterranean a bit and offers some more beautiful views and some great rocks to jump off of and swim when it gets a bit warmer, catching a bus back to Nice, then out to coffee and a surprisingly good french movie. Good day in something close to paradise.
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