after a month of nerves about what i would say to immigration officers and finally caving and buying a ticket home (for september 9th), the guy at the airport barely gave me a glance as he stamped my passport. not even a single question. now of course i'm wishing i hadn't bother buying a return ticket but better safe than sorry, i suppose. i may well end up exchanging it for a later date.
nice is absolutely gorgeous. as i was taking the bus to my hostel and looking out the window at the mediterranean i kept thinking to myself, "this is exactly where i need to be."
my french is definitely not up to snuff though.