The day dawned bright and early and as per usual for when I’m traveling, I was too excited to sleep properly. Mainly because I have a fear of missing my flight.  As my friends know, I’m pretty much late to most things, however I have this thing about getting to the airport on time.  I think it has something to do with wanting to spend enough time browsing through shops for stuff I don’t need.  There’s just something so appealing in the brightly lit airport shops.  I know they sell the same stuff as the high street and some of it even more expensive, but still there’s a pull.  However, this time round I managed to resist the lure. Instead I headed straight to the lounge determined to milk my temporary club world access. (That’s another story)

Because of my fear of missing my flight coupled with the travel news which had been announcing an accident on the M4, I left home TOO early and ended up waiting an hour for bag drop to open.  Needless to say, there was no traffic and I ended up getting soaked because the taxi driver wasn’t where he said he was. And after all my rushing to get there, what happens? Flight is delayed for 2hrs, which meant I missed the bus, which is not so bad.  Heard a guy in the queue complaining that he was going to miss his helicopter.  Nice problem to have, is what I thought to myself.

So the drama started when I landed in Nice  I obviously missed the express bus, which meant either get the local bus which takes 2hrs or walk 15mins to the local train station and get the train, which takes about 40mins.  Needless to say the train won the argument I had with myself, however I had no idea how to get there and my phone wasn’t working because I didn’t realise I had to call Three to activate International Roaming. UGH. Long story short, I couldn’t access Google maps and to make matters worse I couldn’t call the person I was sharing with to let her know I’d landed and was on my way.

I was extremely lucky, because I ran into someone I’d met before at a networking event and he was kind enough to help me with my luggage, because as usual I packed way too much stuff.  This time I did have a great excuse, RED CARPET. 🙂  Anyway I digress, we finally arrive in Cannes after getting slightly lost on the way to the station and since I had no idea where I was going, I figured the best thing to do was to jump in a taxi.  I showed the driver my address and 10mins later he dropped me outside an apartment on the wrong side of the road, which wouldn’t have been so rude if he hadn’t done a U-turn and gone back the other way. UGH.

Next problem became figuring out which apartment I was supposed to be staying in and not having a phone I couldn’t call to ask.  So I did what any panicked damsel in distress does, I pressed all the buzzers on the front gate and prayed someone would speak English and be able to help.  All I can say, is that it was extremely painful trying to communicate with the lady who eventually responded to my buzzer.  Luckily she was kind enough to let me use her phone and call the landlord, which meant yours truly did not end up sleeping on the streets of Cannes all because I didn’t realise I had to activate International Roaming on my phone. Ugh

I thank God that I got here in one piece and now it’s time to get down to the business of pitching and selling my ideas and stories.  A very daunting prospect for someone who shuns such things.  However I know that if I want to pursue my gaol of being a writer director, then I’m going to have to venture from behind the curtain.  Tomorrow is day 1 of the Producer’s Workshop and I can’t say I’m eagerly looking forward to it, what I will say is that I’m quietly excited about being in the right place.  Let the business begin.  🙂

Okay now my eyes are burning and I definitely need some shut eye, otherwise nothing will register with me at the workshop if I’m running on empty.