It’s been a week now at this third (and last) host. Even with her rules, I am making it work. I’m out exploring a bit more, definitely trying some new restaurants. my two favourites are Mr. Mathieu and Maison Celine. Mr. Mathieu is a sandwich shop that only makes baguette sandwiches. Their most famous is the Mr. Poulet, it is amazing. Crispy baguette, roast chicken, butter, herbs, dijon mustard, and gruyere cheese, all melty and delicious.

They found me a place. It is clean, but again I am met with a xenophobia I haven’t experience in Berlin or in Rome. When I arrived at this woman’s house she told me to leave my bags outside until she talks with me to decide if she will allow me to stay. Thankfully I was “allowed” to stay and moved in. She then handed me a pamphlet with the house rules.

I never thought I would get to this point on my trip, but I just want to come home. I give up on Nice. The school has no interest in helping me. When I spoke to them about my “requirements” for a host. I told them I just want what I paid for: a room in a host family, in a clean house that is 60 minutes or less away from the school. Their follow up question again was: what is more important, being close to school or that the place is clean.

The school has placed me in a new host family. It’s so far from the school, like an hour and a half by bus away from the school, which includes a 20 minute hike in the mountains. Thankfully my dad and Sarvy are visiting for a couple days. It will keep my mind off this disappointing situation.

I have arrived in Nice and it’s starting to feel a bit like a repeat of Berlin. I arrived right on time went to the little EF school kiosk and no one was there. Not a soul. I called the transfer number and they said that they already picked me up.