Help me, I'm poor!

I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a poor college student. I survive off of Ramen and pizza, and this is definitely not by choice. Luckily, I have my mother to help me when needed, but my mom would’ve been no help on this weekend.
A group of us ventured down to Nice for a nice little getaway. While there, we took the city bus over to Monaco too see the famous principality and even more famous casino. When we got on the bus I could already tell we were going to very nice place. The bus looked brand new and was just so fancy, unlike the buses of Strasbourg and Morgantown. After a 40 minute bus ride with breath-taking views from the mountain top, we finally arrived in Monaco. We went to the office of tourism to see what all Monaco had to offer on a college student’s budget.
I had one thing in mind that I wanted to see: Monte Carlo! I saw the movie this summer starring Selena Gomez and promised my friends that I’d go see this place in real life. Let me just say the movie didn’t do the place justice. It was beautiful. The building was surrounded by waterfalls, gardens, and cobble stone streets. Not to mention, it was overlooking a yacht harbor. As we got closer to the actual casino, the first thing I noticed was all of the cars: Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Rolls Royce’s, Aston Martins, Bentleys. Was this real life? I’d only seen these cars in rap videos and now they were all around me. I was dying to see the inside of the casino (if the outside was this nice, can you imagine the inside?!). …however we had a problem. There was a dress code, which included no jeans. Not only did I have on jeans, but my jeans had holes in them! I felt like peasant. There was no way I was going in there and embarrassing myself and having everyone look down at me. So we continued through Monaco which only made me feel even more peasant-like. On the street next to the casino we ran into shopping heaven, if I were a millionaire. Louis Vuitton, Cartier, Hermes, Prada, Fendi, Gucci. I felt like most of the stores were too expensive for me to even window shop. We explored Monaco a little more, but got out of there quickly and headed back to nice, which now felt like the slums and where I belonged.
I know I sound like I was miserable while in Monaco, but everything I couldn’t afford in material possessions was made up for in memories. The beauty was unreal and one day I know I’ll go back and fit in with the rich people.