Living the lifestyles of the rich and famous

We drove and drove and drove yesterday to Nice, France. C'est Bonne! We went for supper in Monacco, which is absolutely the playground of the rich and famous. The streets are so clean and there is not a blade of grass out of place. It has that feel like in a horror movie where everything is absolutely perfect that you just know there is something evil lurking.

Today we rented chairs on the beach and suntanned. I now understand how people can enjoy that . . . especially when hot cabana boys are available to produce what ever your little heart desires! I could get used to hanging out on the French Rivera--except for the dog poop everywhere. That's a little gross.

I am getting homesick, and I would love to get some big bear hugs from familiar faces . . . but I only have one more week left. That leaves me a little sad too!

Moment of the day: Shannon was trying to get a good look at some clothes in a window, and I don't know what she was thinking, but she slammed her forehead straight into the glass and made a huge gong sound. We had tears running down our faces!