Corsica to Nice

To start, Jon, my entire family is extremely sad to hear that you're moving. We're all wondering about the specifics-when you are actually moving and how much time you'll be spending home (real home) versus LA. And yes, Lily did accomplish the impossible by doing a 93 second keg stand.
Okay let's rewind a little to our last day in Corsica. We woke up and went off on an interesting and unpredictable journey to a "river". We started driving in the direction we were told to go in and again had issues reading the signs. We found ourselves going farther and farther into this strange forest. The cars became less frequent and the roads became increasingly narrow. Eventually we found what appeared to be a parking lot and parked, hoping that our car would not roll off the edge of the cliff we were next to. It didn't and we searched for an entrance to the rumored river. We finally found it and the sight was amazing and very French.
There was a small river in the middle of huge slabs of granite. Locals had brought tables, bread, cheese and the local Corsican beer, Pietra, and were having picnics. We dove into the river which was far too shallow to be diving into. And enjoyed a couple of hours like the French do.
Our next stop was a Corsican vineyard, where we tasted a variety of red wines. The lady who worked at the vineyard was one the first cliche, obnoxious french people we've met. We left relatively quickly but not without stealing a couple of the labels they use on their bottles. Take that obnoxious French woman!
We returned to our hotel to change into our riding clothes becuase our next stop was a horse ranch. We rode on beaches and through some water seeing some pretty amazing parts of the Corsican country side. We trotted a little and one of the kids in our group fell of the pony he was riding (he was too little for a horse). His mom, who was riding behind laughed histerically. The leader was unphased. In America the mom would have sued the ranch for a billion dollars.
The next morning we woke up, all packed and ready for our trip to Nice. When we got to the airport, we noticed that the only person working there was a cleaning woman. Unlike JFK where there were a million people working and 20 million trying to board planes, Corsica had literally no one. About 15 minutes later two employees entered from seperate doors, walked behind the counters and started checking us in. Quite funny.
Nice is nice. It's much like Miami. There is a big promenade along the sea and all the buildings are ornate but detiorating. They are also bright, pastelly colors and, will- this is for you, my mom dad enthusiastically run from building to building taking pictures.
We walked through the famous flower market and had lunch while I convinced my dad to come to a casino with me. We lost 20 euros in 20 minutes. Slots completely suck. They're boring, take no skill and you will lose. A technician at the casino told us that time was against us becuase the machines inevitably take money. So once you're up, you should leave.
I forgot to mention that during lunch we sat next to an English deaf man and woman. It was interesting watching them communicate with each other and with the waiter. The waiter was writing notes to them and miming for them. I was impressed by how much he cared for them.
Okay, we're on our way to vence. I'll post more later. My parents head home tomorrow so things will inevitably become more interesting then,
Charlie