There are two months since I went to Nice, and all of my memories still seem strong to me. I can remember every step, every person, every taste, and more important than to learn, I could love.

  Getting there, full of expectations about so many little things about a culture, a family and a language that weren't familiar to me, was certanly the biggest challenge I ever have to face. But no other kind of scary would be so delicious! It is so amazing to arrive in a place where you have abolutely nothing, and to know that your life there depends upon you. No one told people how I was like, so I felt completely free to do whatever I felt like doing and to really be me, without judgments.

  I fell in love with everything about Nice, but it has more to do with autonomy than with anything else. I run all of my concerns, and to a seventeen year old high school girl, it is surreal! I love independence the same way I loved my language school, my routine, my favourite bench from where I could see the ocean, my (unforgetable) neighbours, my "brother" that talked too much and too fast, my weekend in Paris... and I have still so much to love.

  I do know it will be a whole new deal, but I can't wait to go again.