My cousin Dellian and I wake up at around 8:30 to get breakfast. We didn’t want to miss it this morning.We’re chatting away wondering what the pool party at the villa will be like. We don’t have high hopes given the prior venues. However, this is the one event I was most looking forward to. The coach was meant to pick us up at 12. So we go to rest up for at least another hour or so. Half way through my sleep Nicole calls. The pool party has been cancelled! And the venue for the lingerie party has been moved to the small club of last night. I laughed so hard I ended up coughing! It was almost inevitable right? I head down to the reception area so that my friends and I can make plans. Half an hour later, I get the official message that the pool party is cancelled. The way news travels is always a mystery.
Other weekender guests do not share my humour at the latest turn of events. Let’s just say that they are not happy at all. I guess more so at the lack of an alternative given initially. Half an hour later? We hear about an alternative by word of mouth. We have to get to some place 20 minutes away so that the coach can take us to some beach. Not for me and my friends.We got our own plans!
We hang around the pool area liming, hatting, taking in the sun before we head down to the Cannes beach front to take in some sun.
I have the most tantalising cocktail sensation called sparkling passion. I am sipping this cocktail, listening to my friends’ conversation, enjoying the view and thinking to myself I could get used to Cannes and this lifestyle verrrrryyyy easily. After a while, we head back to our friends. We are hungry and planned to eat together. We head back to the bar from our first day here, to have drinks and food.
