So yesterday while making breakfast, my friend Erica gave me a call. her fist question was "Jamie, how hung over are you?" I said, "Not at all, why?" She followed up with asking me if I wanted to have lunch in Italy. (Isn't that cool! Only in Nice could that even be a question!)

I told her absolutley, because I had never bee to Italy before, and knew that there was a town abot 30 mins away by train. So we gave the group a call, and our friend Georgia joined us.

We went to the first town in Italy on the train line called Ventimiglia (or 20th Mile or somethin like that). We had all heard that it was a dirty little town with not a lot to do. But we all seemed to enjoy it immensely. The reason why Erica wanted to go there was because her brother will be coming later in the spring with an art class and were looking for towns and sites to paint, and Ventimiglia was recommended to him.

What I loved most about the town was it's small Medieval village which was across a stream by a cute little bridge. The alleys were so narrow and it was just....Italian!

The other thing I loved, and that we all commented on was the fact that there were palmtrees aound us, but in the background we could see the snowy caps of the Alpes!

Ah, comme la vie est belle