As Nice as Nice, I am yet to find! Well, maybe and probably there are several other places nicer than Nice but, as I add, I am yet to find!
There are surely several reasons why I found Nice and my entire two week vacation at the Côte D’Azur a memorable one.
I mean, when we go on vacation, it is not only to go visit places and take pictures and eat whatever food we may never have eaten before right?
I sincerely think vacations even serve our reflective selves more. They are an escape from routine and maybe mundane? They are an opportunity to discover both your inner and outer world better, maybe learn new things and try new stuffs?
In the Beginning
As an honest introduction, I have never in my entire three decades and more of an existence, gone on such a vacation. Yeah well, as a kid, I spent some summers with either grandparents in the village and if I was lucky, I was sent to a relative’s for some days. Then as a teenager, I got to spend a month in France, some sort of camp, all really thanks to my daddy wanting to ‘make some point’.
As an adult, or even later a wife, vacations were out of the question. Primo, I had no money and secundo, even when I could afford, my ex always had the final NO.
Well, I wouldn’t consider my recent trip to Cameroon to see my boys a vacation right? Which ‘normal’ mother sees her kids only on vacations?
What an Opportunity!
So, the bottom line is, I got to get this sort of ‘Once in a lifetime opportunity’ to louse around for two whole weeks. My DD and I arrived a few days after his family did. They had rented a villa in the nearby medieval village of Vence.
Oho, that villa even had a swimming pool. Come to see the magic that got me a hitherto water fright lady, to take swimming lessons? Now, I can even float even though I still need some swimming stuffs for balance.
From that village, we visited other villages and cities like Cannes
I even went up those famous stairs of course. Walked past the Carlton and had a drink by the Majestic.
We visited the renowned artistic village of Saint Paul de Vince, Grasse and a few more. I even got to learn how perfumes were made after a visit to the Fragonard industry and also visited a Sweets factory.
I have put on some kilos you must bet!
The freaking moment.
Sure, my mind wouldn’t leave me in peace. I know some will wonder if am outright crazy. Who freaks out on such a ‘luxurious vacation? Well, I did and it is then that I could confirm that Depressions and all mental illness acolytes, feared no one or circumstance.
Now, my brain started to blow up and raging thoughts of ‘non-deserving such a treat and my inability to ‘fit in’, ate me up’. I got so concerned that I wasn’t coming along right and I got so scared that I would ‘blow it up’. Sure, I ended up doing just that by ‘shutting up’. I sulked, I couldn’t lay grip on myself, I couldn’t sleep properly at night and I just didn’t want to go along anymore. I mean, I looked as fade as this:
Thanks however to my DD and an e-friend of the Skype Support Innitiative, I was able to spare myself further embarrassment. I lasted out the remaining days although I couldn’t wait for my flight back to Brussels. We recently re-evaluated the whole episode and all, and I came to more conclusions and understanding of myself and my history.
It is sure onward for the best, and those days spent in the Provence region, will forever be engraved in my heart.
Dear gentle readers and followers, I sincerely wish you a happy summer and hope you do visit some great places too.