Nice, France

France, well, Nice is really cold in the wintertime. French people are also often jerks. For example, Brad came down to Nice for a visit but he wasn't allowed in my house between the hours of 7:00-23:00. This was because those were the hours when my landlord was awake and I wasn't allowed to have company. My landlord was a jerk. During these hours we were outside and it was very cold because it was winter. Luckily Danielle provided us with food and shelter.

Determined to have a nice holiday we grabbed a tent and headed over to Antibes. Nights were cold but during the day our campsite was a field of daisies and sunlight. The French know how to camp in style, as well as sunlight and daisies the campground also came with an indoor swimming pool, a cafe, a bakery, hair dryers and everything else a French lady needs to be beautiful.

(Ya, that's snow in Nice)

The time in Nice was mostly spent on the beach, rain or shine. Sometimes this was good, like champagne and olives from a beach restaurant, other times it was terrible. Like napping on the beach in a cold drizzle and narrowly escaping death by a beach grooming truck. The nights consisted of making fresh gourmet vegan meals or live bands with pints of Stella. Sometimes you need the excuse of playing host to really check out the city you're living in.