I’d shave my legs for Biarritz…


Generally speaking, I’m not a beachy chick; I prefer cold, sweater-worthy weather over shorts and a bikini any day. Plus, I hate shaving my legs… it’s such a pain in the buttocks trying to shave these little stubs of mine (I stand at a whopping 5’1). I tend to stand in the shower and my thoughts run off into oblivion….” who invented shampoo? I really need to scrub the shower… where do flies hideout when it rains outside?“…. and then, 30 minutes later I’m like “crap! I didn’t shave my legs!” Too much information, perhaps?? Anyway, yeah, I thought that was me in a nutshell, miss anti-beach, until I visited the gorgeous city of Biarritz that is, smack dab in the French Basque region of South France . Now, just the thought of Biarritz makes me want to jump on a plane, shave my legs and sit on that spectacular beach!


The city is super close to the border of Spain (11 miles), its beaches are pristine and the place is snazzy… beyond luxurious and expensive. So if you’re looking to visit on a budget, I’d suggest packing a picnic and hanging out on the sand. If that is the route you go, no worries, as nothing but a good time is to be had lounging with the locals. The homes resemble castles, the ocean view apartments are to die for and the water is translucent. The rocks that line the outer limits of the beaches are incredibly smooth; it’s definitely not the rocky-typed beaches you find in Nice, France, so no shoes needed! I actually brought back a huge bag of these rocks and filled a little glass vase with them. It is fabulously perched on my nightstand next to a picture of Paris…. Back to Biarritz though, if you’re looking for a great day trip or side trip from the city, check out San Sebastian, about a 40 minute car ride across the border of Spain. I’d suggest traveling to both cities for at least a few days each, eat some amazing food and just chill on the sand…. (and if you realllllllly want to be a jerk, call one of your friends back home, ask them what they’re up to, and let them know that YOU are just hangin’ out in South France. It just sounds cool, don’t you think?!)


Normally I’d sit here and blab on about what to see and do in the city, but I feel as though Biarritz is explained best when pictures are left to do the talking…

Castle? Home??   One of my fav pics!

I could live right here...

You MUST visit!!

Not a bad view, right?!

Annnnnnd…… me with no make-up…… yikes!

Agghhhhh... no make-up!

About The Roaming Bean (109 Articles)
You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable. I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling.... The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast. Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).

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