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.
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Your French will improve very quickly. Good luck, lady, I've been there, really. I was completely immersed with only 2 years of H.S. French. :)
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