Getting off the train, arrived at Monte Carlo, I stepped off thinking "okay, I got this, I've reached it this far on my own, I can do this!" Looking around not knowing how to even exit the station, going up and back down the stairs, I finally walk out into the warm ocean breeze. First thing I see is the ocean looking back at me and cliffs surrounding me everywhere. BEAUTIFUL!!! I walk up this very very steep hill with my bags, thinking "okay, so the hotel is just a 1 min walk, to the left....I think". Walking, sweating, breathing hard, I finally reach the top. YAY. Too bad I had know idea where I was. Yes, I was LOST. So i decided It was best to just get a taxi. I thought to myself "Hmmmm, my 2 years of French from high school could be really helpful right now. Too bad I made a D, both times". I walked up to the taxi, and the first thing out of my mouth was "mmmm, uhhhhh, mmmm". The man, in English, says to me "where do you need to go"? ahhh hahah, yay he knows some English! I get into the BMW "taxi" and he takes me back down the hill I hiked, and took a right, and there was my hotel. So yay, I spent 10 euros for him to take me back to where I was.
It was a Sunday night, and nothing was open. So after I settled into my room, I went to a "bar" to get some dinner. Sitting alone, eating chicken pizza, and enjoying a glass of wine....I notice these group of business men conversing in French, and then all of the sudden one starts speaking in English. So naturally, I listen, and this blonde hair man, slight 40's, with a nice blue shirt and slacks, starts getting mad at one of the men. I hear him say "Tell me the Truthz, with a French accent (reason for the "Z" at the end) He says to him, you owe me money, and he starts getting into this heated conversation. Through all of this, they are drinking their beer, and seem to be pretty plastered. They finish, and get up to leave....The blonde hair man, walks my way, pulls the chair at my table, and sits.
