Cote D'Azur

Back from Eastern Europe at that time, I still had 2 weeks of holiday left, so, having arranged with Estelle (a girl from Nice I met in July), I decided to spend at least a week in her lovely city on the Cote D'Azur.. Luckily, the evening before departure, Mazza, Cabro and 2 other travel companions decided to follow me to spend the weekend in Juan les Pins, so on the morning of the 23rd, in Mazza's car, the five of us set off… bound for the French Riviera! With them I spent this weekend of pure debauchery… basically, from the moment we arrived we never left the beach, apart from a couple of hours in hospital, since Cabro had cut his foot diving off the rocks… Mazza and I nearly “drowned” with laughter. On Sunday 25th, around 6 pm, they headed back to Italy, abandoning me in front of the Nice hostel..

From that moment a wonderful week began, in which I met lots of girls, in which I was thrown out of the house by poor Estelle only to be luckily taken back, in which I ran out of money and then earned a little by doing something I probably wouldn't have the nerve to do now… in short, a week in which all sorts of things happened to me.... Nice, though, is wonderful!! Since then I must have been back at least 10 times…