Jess and I arrived in Nice around 6 or so. We got some dinner and then watched the final game of the world cup. I wore my new Snijeder jersey and she wore her Espana shirt. We got a lot of attention! No one could believe or get over the fact that we were together. I guess in EUrope the world cup can pit brother against brother ike the civil war. ha! Luckily, nothing, not even soccer, comes between sisters! Well, that is, until Holland lost... (just kidding)
I was sad and a little bitter and definitely got harrassed when I wore my jersey out that night and was remembered by many of the locals. 'Espana!' they'd yell at me. I'd stick out my bottom lip and put my head down. It always seemed to get a laugh.
There was a restaurant in Nice called 'Why Nice'. Jessy said she assumed they meant 'How Nice' since why Nice makes no sense.
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