Down To the South of France

Wake up at 345am, splash my face with water, pull on clothes and out the door. Take cab to Victoria Station. Take Gatwick Express to (you guessed it) Gatwick Airport. Take Easyjet (hm) to Nice. Wait for fifteen minutes for parents to pick me up. Drive twenty minutes to Antibe. Get royal tour of new house. Walk to beach a block away. Jump in water with shorts and underwear...

...and finally. As my body adjusts to the chilly, but defnitely pleasant October Cote d'Azur water, all my tension and stress dissolves like the cheap suntan lotion coming off the locals.

Aaaaah... Antibe.