As my much needed break back home in Nice, France draws to an end, I realize how happy I am to have be born in this city, be able to come back to it and that family is so very important.

People love or hate Nice but unless you were born here, or lived here a very long time, Nice is much more than a pretty city.  Nice, for me is warmth, it's a womb and the city that cuddles me.  It's old world, fetches its roots back to the early Greeks marine merchants.  Nice is blue, warm and is where I feel my roots deep within this planet.  It's my most stabilizing part of my life with Virginia.

It was great driving an hour and a half and go skiing in warm weather with great snow.  On top of the highest slopes, I could see the lower Alps stretching all the way to Italy.  Back down to the beach in the afternoon, there aren't many places where you can do this.

Finally, we had a mini-family reunion on Saturday night.  I forgot how much fun it was being in the middle of my turbulent Mediterranean family.  Everyone spoke at the same time, loudly, jokingly surrounded by good food.  I truly miss them.

As I contemplate my last day, I see this beautiful view over the Mediterranean sea, as blue and deep as it can be.  I miss this place.  Just wish airplanes trip could be faster and cheaper.