It's funny but I sometimes forget I was born somewhere.  I was born in Nice, France.

Don't get me wrong.  It's not that I feel THAT much like an alien, but I feel like a Earthling.  People ask me where I am from and I jokingly say: "Planet Earth!"  Truly, it is one planet, one human race, yady yada.  Having traveled a lot, been in international school, I don't have that sense of countries but one of cultures.  The culture I resonate is the one I was born to. 

I was in a Mediterranean city and it's something I forget in the daily grind.  Being back in Nice is a wonderful treat.  The smells, lights and architecture is always pleasing to the senses.  The ochre buildings, the remnants of an aristocratic hangout, Nice has it all.

The first thing I do is EAT CHEESE!  Don't get me wrong, we have cheese in the U.S. but there is something about eating cheese in France.  And the variety!  Milk.  I don't drink milk normally but it tasted like real milk, the one I grew up with.  It has taste.

So far, it's been fun.  Watching the crimson red sun set over the bay and the lights flickering in the distance is a great reminder that this sea gave birth to my body. 

Ah, vacations, I forgot what it meant.  More to follow.