So Nice. The Plaza hotel is, wow... thats all I can say and I have only seen the lobby. just walking in there I felt like a bum, with my little wheely suit case, take top from the day before unshowered sand in places from yesterday that I am sure I will regret, train wrecked self. I cant check in until 2pm so I am hear updating and then wandering around with out sunscreen or a swim sut because they hold my bags for me until check in. So I dont know that I will ever volunteer to sleep in a couchette again. OY! I didnt get any sleep, seriously, the bed are so small and there are 6 places in the space smaller then my bedroom at home, thank god everyone smelled good and there was a VERY good looking Will Smith look alike on the bunk below that offered to put my heavy ass suit case on the top shelf for me when he saw I was scrunched up on my bed because there was no luggage rack. Nicest man ever! I still have the rocking sensation though from the train, kind of like a boat, it is strange. Nice is beautiful, but nothing compaire to Biarritz. There is a shady side by the train station, so I am glad that Mike got me this snazzy hotel, because thats probably where we would have ended up staying. I am checking email and going to wander until I can check in and Evann gets here, I am not sure what train she is on or if she knows how to get to the hotel.... eeeeee! I think she mentioned coming in at 8pm? I am not sure though... this could be interesting. More later! I am thirsty! :)