Düsseldorf – Nice – St. Tropez – Cannes – Monaco – Avignon. 4 days.
It’s the end of September. My 22nd birthday just passed, I recently graduated from college, and I have a full time job. It all seems perfect … but it’s not. I caught a serious case of “consistency”. Taking the same route to work every morning & back home at night, going to the gym, seeing the same people every day, every night, and every weekend – not my cup of tea. I need some spice, I need some spark. But I know that the only way to get over this feeling, is to go away. It is Wednesday night and I book my flight to Nice, France – leaving in 24 hours. Admittedly this is the first time I’ve booked something on such a short notice initially thinking that it’ll be a solo trip. I decided to message my best friend from Ukraine to see if maybe, by some chance she would like to come. Boy did I get lucky, because she booked her flight right away.
We airbnb’d a place there. Won’t go into much detail about that except I will say please dont airbnb a place in the Riviera unless you are 1000000% confident that it is up to par with what you want. I was extremely disappointed. Even thought that it’s a bad omen to the rest of my trip. Thankfully I was wrong.

I always try to catch a layover flight, especially in a small city where I can get off the plane and explore a little, so I picked Düsseldorf. Not only does a layover decrease the price of the trip, but it also gives you an opportunity to relax before catching the next flight. Dusseldorf is about 17 minutes away from the airport by train. Aside from reading the signs, everything went pretty smoothly. Can someone help me pronounce this ?!






























































Here is the greatest story, ever. Our car had no navigation, or at least so we thought. I bought a sim card for 40 Euro’s and my 1 gig of data was gone by our last night in the French Riviera, so we had to load our maps via wifi prior to driving – yes, I know this is probably not the most efficient way of doing things when you are in an unknown city. We had absolutely NO idea what the toll prices were, or how we had to pay them. The toll to get into Avignon was 3 Euros in change, meanwhile the toll to leave Nice was 10 Euros in cash. We got stuck in the toll booths THREE times ! Meaning we drove up to the booth with no change, or no “ez-pass equivalent”, and had dozens of cars stuck behind us. We had to ask other drivers for change and it was an absolute mess ! I guess we should have done our research. Excitingly enough this story gets better. Our car ran on diesel so it was efficient enough that we didn’t have to fill up for the whole time up until the last day. We are driving to Monte Carlo for dinner, with no formal navigation but a downloaded map, and we are low on gas. And by low I mean we have about 10KM left in the car, and 20KM to drive. Our downloaded map has no gas stations along the route so we pull over and start looking for the navigation built in our car. We find it – but it’s in french. The good thing is that we see a gas station sign on the map, so I start driving towards it. And then the navigation re-routes due to construction. The woman won’t stop talking in French and I understand none of it. At this point we have 5KM left and no gas station in sight, no cars around us, no working phones, and we don’t even know what the emergency number is to call in the worst case scenario. It was honestly a miracle – in 4KM, a dim gas station light appeared. We literally made it to the gas station with 1KM worth of gas left in the tank. Now that we are an hour late for dinner, at least we have enough gas to get us anywhere we want to go. Following the foreign navigation in our car, we head to Monte Carlo. The roads start to get darker, and I am having a difficult time driving even with high beams. We pass through a mountain tunnel, then another, and another. Ok, something isn’t right. The map re-routes AGAIN. AGAIN she keeps talking in French and at this point I am panicking. I continue driving down the road and on the right side I see a sign : “Benvenuto in Italia.” No, no no. This can’t be right. We are driving into Italy ?! At this point we start hysterically laughing. We are so screwed. We have no passports with us, and a flight to catch early in the morning – and dinner reservations that at this point we already knew we weren’t making. We made it to Italy for 2.50 Euros, cheaper than the intercity tolls we paid inside of France. I made a u-turn and drove right back into France, for another 2.50 Euros.

