The past few days have been what can best be described as a complete and utter disaster, which seriously made me question just what the hell I thought I was doing, and it nearly made me want to come back home. It began when on my last day in Paris, I decided that I would spend the day shopping, and pick out the fabric that I would use in my quilt. The fabric area was not however a very nice one, but I still felt safe when I saw all of the well dressed people walking around. I did find some fabric that I purchased in one of the first alleyways that I encountered, but I had heard from several people that there was a really impressive one at the top of the hill by the church. I started across the plaza to the stairs when I saw of group of big black men hassling those around them. I tried to side step them, but had no such luck, and I knew that I wasn´t going to be able to get out of the situation. The one asked me to give him my hand, saying that he wasn´t going to hurt me, and I knew that I was about to robbed or scammed, but there was nothing else that I could do, so I gave it to him, and he started making a bracelet, that I knew that he was going to charge me for, all the while saying that I was very attractive and that he could be my boyfriend, etc etc. His friends piped in throughout the rest of the conversation and when the whole ordeal finished, he asked for ten Euros for a piece of string. I honestly had no bills, so I was forced to empty out my purse, to prove it to them. One of them asked to walk with me, before I made up the lie about having to meet my family, which put them off. When I finally got away from them, I was then stalked by another man, before I lost him after 10 or so blocks. I ended up making it back to my hotel room in one piece, only to discover that my cell phone wasn't working. It still isn't), which made me feel even worse, knowing that it would be more difficult and expensive to call home. I called Mom at 3 am sobbing, and proceeded to describe why I hated France and its b****y people and piggish men. I resolved that Nice would be better, but when I went to check out, my credit card wouldn´t work and all the ATMS were closed. I hadn't realized that Mom had used it to pay for my course and accomodation in Malaga, so I missed my train and spent even more time crying in the lobby. I finally did make it to the station, where I was given a ticket for the wrong train, which still luckily was going to Nice. It meant however, that I was sitting in someone else´s seat, although he was very kind and understanding. 7 hours later, I was in Nice, without a hotel room, as the hotel owner had closed the reception and gone home for the night. Whatever sick little game God was playing, I wanted him to stop screwing with me. One of the porters offerered to help me, and as much as I was tempted, I refused. As I rounded the corner, it was as if Christ had been ressurected in the friendly glow of the sign of the Best Western. I walked into the lobby, looking like hell warmed over, and asked if they had anything availiable, the cheapest room they had was 195 Euros, but I think the man at the desk took pity on me, because he said for 200 euros, he could give me a suite with an ocean view. Considering that in high season it was well over 4 times that amount, I figured why the hell not, I deserved it. The porter helped me lug my bag upstairs, and my room was absolutely incredible. It had two bedrooms, a bath room with an olympic pool sized bathtub, a dining room, a plasma tv, and a balcony. I immediately plopped down on the bed, called Mom to let her know that I was safe, and then proceeded to order room service. For the rest of the evening I sprawled out across my king sized bed and watched CNN which was followed by the best sleep of my life. When I woke up the next morning, I stared out at the ocean for an hour, before going downstairs for breakfast. I used my second bedroom to pack my things, before heading down to a more cost effective Best Western, which was situated by several restaurants and shops, which I have as of yet not taken advantage of. I´m really lonely at this point, and I don´t know how much longer I will hold up in hotels. Hopefully Barcelona will be a better experience than France.