Nice is nice

And now I have found myself here:

Nice, France

I was thinking of going to Lisbon because some peeps I met in Rome were thinking of going there and the flight from Rome to Lisbon was 35euro. After some thought I decided Lisbon deserved more then the 4 days I had to play with before needing to head back to Paris to fly home. So I headed to Nice and I couldn't be happier.

I need to add to my list of favorite gelatos. In no particular order again: avocado, yougurt and kinder candy bar.

The one and only thing I didn't like about Italy was 'retardo treni' otherwise known as train delayed. I heard of this before I actually got to Italy but didn't realize how big of a problem it is. Every Italian train I went on except for one was delayed anywhere between 5-55 mintues. I am certain if all the beautiful Italian men didn't spend so much time on their hair they could get their trains to run on time. But then they put up Giorgio Armani ads of a half naked Cristiano Ronaldo everywhere at the train stations and suddenly you aren't as mad while waiting for your train.