The first (and only) time I saw the Mediterranean Sea, I ran down the pebbled shore to the ocean, rolled up my jeans, and waded out into the sea. It was one of the very few times I left Lille without a solid plan, or a hostel reservation. I arrived at night and took a taxi to the hostel to find there were no beds left. I distinctly remember the drive, the taxi, and the hostel that turned me away. I can't really remember where I ended up staying that night. While living in France I had made it my goal to see as much of France as I could. Unlike other students who traveled often to other countries, I only occasionally did this. Focusing instead on seeing France well because I did not know if I would ever return. Southern France and the Mediterranean was a must-see on that list. I don't know how or why I settled on Nice, but I did. It was one of the more adventurous train rides in my time there because it was just a little too close, with too many transfers to be easily be an ove...