Je me souviens. So I can't remember if I had said that I wanted to be Antigone in the final performance for my theatre class, but we got our parts this week. And no, I am not Antigone. Instead, naturally, I am...
Cyrano de Bergerac.
Interessant. You know, in my opinion, it's a logical jump between the two. That was sarcasm. The weirdest part was that after I said I'd like to play Antigone, my professor said, "you know, I never thought of you for Antigone. Not at all." I was like um...okay??? But you thought of me for Cyrano?! Honestly, I'm just really not sure how to take it. I suppose it could be a compliment, but it just seems so odd. In my view of myself, I see Antigone as a pretty logical part for me, but the fact that he didn't even once think of that for me just kind of boggles my mind.
Anyway. I was really upset at first, mostly about not getting to be Antigone, but I think it'll be great. I've always wanted a huge nose. Not.
Off to pack!
vendredi 23 octobre 2009
partiels, shmartiels
This picture has literally nothing to do with this week, but it reminds me of less stressful times. And it's pretty. That's Liz and I at the amphitheatre at Arles. It was so cool. They still have like big events there. It's crazy.
Anyway. This week was midterms (=partiels), and it was extremely exhausting. Something that was a little strange was that although I didn't really study much/enough for I feel like any of my exams, they all seemed rather okay. There were always a couple of things I just did not know, or forgot, or something, but it was kind of amazing. Because if I study like I did this week for an exam at Williams, guaranteed I'll get like a C. But here, I get the impression that I didn't do too bad. And really, I only need to pass my classes, I don't actually have to do well. Nice.
But yes. A long week. A long, rainy week where the Yankees failed to close out the ALCS twice. Dammit.
MY VACATION HAS STARTED. ALSO I JUST ACCIDENTALLY PLURALIZED (is this a word?!) VACATION BECAUSE IN FRENCH VACATION=VACANCES AND IT IS PLURAL. GAH.
Anyway. Here's my itinerary for the next week-ish:
Tomorrow (Saturday-samedi), 24 October
Arrive in London (after flying to Birmingham then taking a bus from there) around 11pm (which sucks...), where I meet up with the lovely Isa St. Clair. I'll spend the next day and a half-ish with her (totally wish it were more, but I want to go too many places...).
Monday (lundi) 26 October
Fly to Dublin, get in around 3pm (I think?), find my hostel, and explore my homeland. Or, well, the capital. I am stoked. It's been so long since I was last in Ireland, and it'll be the first time that I'm there alone. I don't even know what to expect, but I cannot wait.
Wednesday (mercredi) 28 October
Take a ferry and a coach to Edinburgh. Theoretically. The fricken website, for some stupid reason, won't accept my card or my mom's, so I'm thinking it's just a matter of like international incompatibility. Kind of like what we talked about in French Cultural Patterns--how pretty much a "heterocultural" relationship just won't work, because you'll never understand fully the other. Kind of depressing, I think.
Anyway. I'll be staying with the glorious Tarra Martin in her flat in Edinburgh, and then Mindi, Joy, and Terrence from AUCP will be there also and we'll have a GRANDE FETE for Terrence's TWENTY-FIRST!! Wooo. I'm excited. Also, it'll be my first time in my secondary homeland. I'm not as Scottish (ecossaise!) as I am Irish (irlandaise), but it'll be super cool anyway.
Friday (vendredi) 30 October
After taking a bus from Edinburgh to Glasgow, I'll fly from Glasgow to Paris, where I'll meet up with the MAGNIFIQUE Emanuel. I suppose this is when I'll resume speaking in French (un peu), and we'll tear up the City of Lights. Yes. I am so excited. The 24 hours I had in Paris 3 years ago really didn't quite do it for me. I need more!
And finally,
Sunday (dimanche) 1 November
Take the high-speed train (TGV=train grande vitesse) from Paris Gare de Lyon back to Aix, getting here I think around 3. Or maybe 6. I forget. Whatever. I'll figure it out.
I really should get packing. And a shower would be good. It's very odd to me that I won't see most of my American Center-ites for over a week. Tristesse. But everyone is going off on some wonderful adventures, so it'll be great to come back and hear about it all. And I'm kind of jazzed to be off on my own. It's actually my first time traveling alone. I can't wait.
I'm sure I had more to say about this week. Hmm...
dimanche 18 octobre 2009
presque la moitie
I really can't believe that I've been here 6 weeks. That boggles my mind. I can't imagine being anywhere but here, and yet in December I'll be leaving. So weird.
Classes this week were excellent, as usual. We watched Jacques Tati's Mon Oncle for my cinema class, which was hilarious and which I could actually follow because there was hardly any dialogue. Awesome. Mon Oncle won the Oscar for best foreign film in like 1958, and the interesting thing about it is that when it was subtitled with English, they didn't even bother to put subtitles for a lot of the dialogue, because it just really didn't matter. And it still won the Oscar. I love it.
In Theatre class, we first wateched the movie version of Cyrano de Bergerac, which was so good. Gerard Depardieu is incredible. The quality of the video was pretty bad, but it in no way took away from the film itself. After, Jean-Claude gave us the script for our final performance, and it looks really cool. There are scenes from: Antigone (Anouilh), Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (Moliere), Cyrano (Rostand), La Cantatrice Chauve (Ionesco), and Fin de Partie (Beckett). I REALLY want to be Antigone. It's the scene where she's talking to a guard about how she's about to die, and I WANT IT. I'm just afraid that someone else will want it too. Jean-Claude already has ideas of who he thinks should be what, but he's a) not telling us until Tuesday, and b) going to let us have input in the casting also. Eep.
Also, in my rock dance class, I solidified my friendship with a 16-year-old French girl named MaryLou (I know, right?? What the crap kind of French name is MaryLou?? Like, come on) and also may have been hit on by multiple creepy French guys. Their creepitude was somewhat lessened by the fact that they can actually dance so that's pretty cool.
Sidenote: I'm really pleased by the fact that Firefox/Blogger/whoever it is did not mark "creepitude" as spelled wrong. That seriously makes my day.
Anyway. When I got around to the instructor in the dance circle (did I explain this already? The guys stay stationary in a big circle around the room and the girls--"cavalieres"--turn so that every girl dances with every guy), he had me do a turn that we hadn't learned yet, and after I did it, he said, "impeccable! Impeccable!" It made me feel very, very good. And yeah, I'm kind of in love with him. He's approximately my height (maybe even a little shorter...), bald, is probably late 20s, has a slightly emo fashion sense, is an incredible dancer, and is SO SWEET. I can't even handle it. This week was kind of funny because there was another girl that was helping him out, and usually Virginia lets Cyril (the instructor, AKA mon amour) talk and only interjects a little bit to say something specific about what the girls have to do, but this girl was very commanding and kept cutting him off and stealing his thunder and I was personally getting pretty annoyed. MaryLou and I were laughing about the major drama that was going on, so it was good in that we bonded more. But yes. A sucessful class.
Wednesday, I went to see the new Matt Damon movie, The Informant, with my language partner, Claire. There's one cinema here where they show movies in the original version with subtitles in French, which is super awesome for us. The movie was really cool. Matt Damon is an incredible actor, and the story was surprising and interesting but not unbelievable. One of the tristesses de ma vie right now is that the movie Fame is coming to a cinema in Aix but not to the one that shows the original versions. Like, come on. How is that even possible?? I want to live forever, dammit!
Anyway. I hung out with Dave Gorleku from Williams and his friends from the Wellesley program a bunch this week, which was a total blast. It's very different for them, because they're all living in apartments or houses with just other students, as opposed to homestays. It's just a different experience from the one that everyone in my program is having. Neither is necessarily better, it's just interesting.
Okay. Time to get going on studying for Midterms. Yeah. I have like almost-real work. Not okay.
A bientot!
Classes this week were excellent, as usual. We watched Jacques Tati's Mon Oncle for my cinema class, which was hilarious and which I could actually follow because there was hardly any dialogue. Awesome. Mon Oncle won the Oscar for best foreign film in like 1958, and the interesting thing about it is that when it was subtitled with English, they didn't even bother to put subtitles for a lot of the dialogue, because it just really didn't matter. And it still won the Oscar. I love it.
In Theatre class, we first wateched the movie version of Cyrano de Bergerac, which was so good. Gerard Depardieu is incredible. The quality of the video was pretty bad, but it in no way took away from the film itself. After, Jean-Claude gave us the script for our final performance, and it looks really cool. There are scenes from: Antigone (Anouilh), Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme (Moliere), Cyrano (Rostand), La Cantatrice Chauve (Ionesco), and Fin de Partie (Beckett). I REALLY want to be Antigone. It's the scene where she's talking to a guard about how she's about to die, and I WANT IT. I'm just afraid that someone else will want it too. Jean-Claude already has ideas of who he thinks should be what, but he's a) not telling us until Tuesday, and b) going to let us have input in the casting also. Eep.
Also, in my rock dance class, I solidified my friendship with a 16-year-old French girl named MaryLou (I know, right?? What the crap kind of French name is MaryLou?? Like, come on) and also may have been hit on by multiple creepy French guys. Their creepitude was somewhat lessened by the fact that they can actually dance so that's pretty cool.
Sidenote: I'm really pleased by the fact that Firefox/Blogger/whoever it is did not mark "creepitude" as spelled wrong. That seriously makes my day.
Anyway. When I got around to the instructor in the dance circle (did I explain this already? The guys stay stationary in a big circle around the room and the girls--"cavalieres"--turn so that every girl dances with every guy), he had me do a turn that we hadn't learned yet, and after I did it, he said, "impeccable! Impeccable!" It made me feel very, very good. And yeah, I'm kind of in love with him. He's approximately my height (maybe even a little shorter...), bald, is probably late 20s, has a slightly emo fashion sense, is an incredible dancer, and is SO SWEET. I can't even handle it. This week was kind of funny because there was another girl that was helping him out, and usually Virginia lets Cyril (the instructor, AKA mon amour) talk and only interjects a little bit to say something specific about what the girls have to do, but this girl was very commanding and kept cutting him off and stealing his thunder and I was personally getting pretty annoyed. MaryLou and I were laughing about the major drama that was going on, so it was good in that we bonded more. But yes. A sucessful class.
Wednesday, I went to see the new Matt Damon movie, The Informant, with my language partner, Claire. There's one cinema here where they show movies in the original version with subtitles in French, which is super awesome for us. The movie was really cool. Matt Damon is an incredible actor, and the story was surprising and interesting but not unbelievable. One of the tristesses de ma vie right now is that the movie Fame is coming to a cinema in Aix but not to the one that shows the original versions. Like, come on. How is that even possible?? I want to live forever, dammit!
Anyway. I hung out with Dave Gorleku from Williams and his friends from the Wellesley program a bunch this week, which was a total blast. It's very different for them, because they're all living in apartments or houses with just other students, as opposed to homestays. It's just a different experience from the one that everyone in my program is having. Neither is necessarily better, it's just interesting.
Okay. Time to get going on studying for Midterms. Yeah. I have like almost-real work. Not okay.
A bientot!
dimanche 11 octobre 2009
vendredi 9 octobre 2009
vitalite' intellectuelle
This is my school right now. Like, where I have classes. There are palm trees. Word.
Oh, how I wish I could use accents when I type on this thing. It's rather irritating, and it makes that many of the the things I say in French make little to no sense. Whatevs.
This week has been pretty freaking amazing in terms of my classes. I mean, in terms of everything else as well, but it's been a long time since every single one of my classes makes me actually want to do my homework and want to actually try. Sad, I know, but that's kind of what pre-med did to me (and why I'm no longer bothering with it).
My cours d'expression francaise is always a blast. For some reason, every single person (there are 8 girls in the class) becomes totally crazy and giggly every class and Jean-Michel, our professor, just doesn't understand at all. And then he teaches us something that I leave class and start hearing everywhere I go. I'm like, "how the crap do you do that?" It's as if he knows about all the conversations I've had and am about to have which I guess is pretty creepy but like WOW. For example, we had a vocab test (which I majorly bombed...oops) yesterday, and of the words that I actually did know was "se debrouiller," which means "to cope." Literally I left class and went to my community service, which is hanging out with an old lady for 2 hours (more on that later), and Madame Ros used "se debrouiller" in a sentence. Awesome.
Hold on, going to make some tea and get something to eat--STARVING.
Little note on that: I bought myself some Darjeeling today, and I am stoked. My host mother has a box of Lady Grey, but I've been drinking so much of it and starting to feel bad about it, so I figure it's more polite to just use my own tea. Right now I'm legit drinking Darjeeling and eating leftover cooked vegetables while sitting in the dining room looking into the backyard of "Villa St. Jean" (yes, the house I'm living in has a NAME) and at the cat who's lounging on the table just outside.
ANYWAY. So my French expression class is only one of the 5. My cinema class, architecture class, French cultural patterns, all are so interesting (note: sometimes French cultural patterns is snore-central, but this morning we had a really interesting discussion, so I'm hoping that that's just the start of many more!).
My theatre class is fantastic. Jean-Claude has a very interesting way of teaching acting that is partly things I've seen and done before and partly exercises that are fascinating and incredible for building a group and getting to know each other. One of my favorites from last time was when we had to pair up and one person closes her eyes and the other has to lead her around the room by saying "a droite, a gauche, etc." Sounds easy at first, but Jean-Claude, while we had our eyes closed, started placing chairs and things around the room and having the guides manoeuver around them. Those of us in the first group of the blind didn't know this was going to happen, so the reveal was pretty damn cool. When we reversed it, I had to have Leigh (who was my partner, duh) crawl under a chair that was placed on top of two other chairs...and it totally worked. I finished by having her climb on top of a chair. We were a kind of epic team.
So yeah, that's just a little update on how my classes are going.
Yesterday I had my first one-on-one with the "personne agee" with whom I'll be meeting with and talking to for about two hours per week for the rest of the semester. I met her last week, along with a representative from ACLAP (I know, I giggled a little too), which is a group that connects elderly people with students and also does various other things for them of which I'm not entirely sure. My first meeting with Madame Ros made me a little scared, as I was very worried that we wouldn't be able to understand each other. She speaks fast and has a (I think?) Lyonnais accent, and also she has bad hearing, so she can't always hear what I say nor can she understand my beautiful American accent.
Side note: I keep forgetting to capitalize things. The French just do not capitalize. Only for countrys and peoples. For example, we are "les Americains," from "les Etats-Unis," but I have "un accent americain." Yeah. Whatever.
Also, mmm Activia.
Despite my worries about comprehension, I ended up having a wonderful two hours--and even stayed a little longer to have some gateau! Madame Ros and I told each other our life stories--incredibly different and now we've crossed paths; incredible. Her story is heartbreaking, inspiring and fascinating all at the same time. She was orphaned at age 4 in Lyon, put under the care of the state, started working at 13, never had much formal schooling, returned to Lyon around age 21, met her husband, lived happily with him just until I think around 15 years ago, and has been living alone, with only American students, her adopted family (who actually adopted her to be their grandmother. I can hardly comprehend it, but it brings tears to my eyes nonetheless), and all her neighbors (who all adore her) for company. She's pretty old and sick now and can't leave her appartment, but she's incredibly vivacious quand meme. And then she welcomes me into her home, feeds me cake and shows me pictures of her husband, her friends, the previous American students she's had, and more. When I left last night, I wanted to cry and laugh and dance around in the rain and fly to Moscow all at the same time--just writing this now is getting me kind of choked up.
I really can't believe how much this semester is changing me. I know that inside I'm still the same Tess as I was in Williamstown, but here in Aix, I'm living so much and seeing so much and LEARNING so much that the Teresa who returns to my beloved hometown and my beloved college is pretty much guaranteed to be ready to live as much as I do here--something that this past year has prevented me from doing, I really regret to say. I wasn't myself last year. I know this. I was coming back into myself some this summer, but now I really feel that I'm back. And I'm ready for the world. Bring it.
I've got to run and get dressed for dinner on the town with my girls. :) A bientot!
P.S. Sorry for the random, sudden emotional paragraph, this city has just really gotten to me. In the best way possible.
mercredi 7 octobre 2009
il n'y a pas un mot en francais pour "nerd"
And oh, how appropriate it would be.
Right now I should be doing at least 3 other things, but I did promise a blog update today to multiple people, so here goes.
Saturday I went on another field trip with my program. This time our chaperone was Jean-Do, my cinema and architecture professor, who is ridiculously skinny and hilarious. We left super early (ughh...) to the city of Arles, about an hour from Aix. Arles was a surprisingly important city in the Roman Empire, so there are tons of artifacts from around the 1st century BC (no, I'm not politically correct. What are you gonna do about it?). We went to the museum of Arles, where there are legit sarcophagi and statues of Augustus and things that in my opinion are really freaking cool but the museum was basically empty besides us. I cannot fathom this. Maybe it was an off time? But...Saturday in early October is kind of perfect in Southern France, so I don't really know. Anyway.
We saw the remains of the Circus (not like Ringling Brothers...like, chariot racing), the amphitheater, the baths, and the THEATRE. That's what the picture is of, me on the stage, with the audience behind me. God it was amazing--and there are still productions there today. I must. But yeah so pretty much I was Latin-nerding out all over the place because it was so freaking cool and I couldn't handle it. And no, there really isn't a good word in French for nerd.
It became an extremely hot day and we ended up walking so freaking much that by the time we got back on the bus we were all so freaking tired--though we managed enough energy to play MASH on the way back. I so miss middle school. Kind of.
Saturday night, despite our exhaustion, Liz, Emily, Grace and I went back to the Vietnamese restaurant we love so much and had a ridiculously slap-happy dinner--honestly, I can't really explain it. I blame LA PLEINE LUNE--and went out on the town.
OKAY. I have to go eat and run errands and go to my WINE TASTING class. Oh, France.
vendredi 2 octobre 2009
joyeux anniversaire a mon papan et gandhi!
The title kind of says it all. Happy birthday to two wonderful men!
garcon
So, yeah. That's Clement. Not Martin, but his best friend. They actually call each other "Papillon." Yes, I did manage--naturally--to find the most adorable/frustrating bromance in France. I have skillz. Kill me.
jeudi 1 octobre 2009
tout est bien qui finit bien
So. The Luberon. Pretty freaking beautiful. The title of this post is probably pretty easy to figure out, but it's All's Well That Ends Well in French. Which is appropriate, because I WAS FREAKING IN ROUSSILLON AND SHAKESPEARE NERD-ING OUT ALL OVER THE PLACE.
The first town was Lourmarin, which was tiny and had a gorgeous chateau and like a billion fountains. Liz and I wandered around before settling at a cafe, she with her Orangina, and I with my noisette (a little coffee with a little bit of milk or something). After taking stalker photos of our waiter and his man-pris, I bought some pretty jewelry (including Le Coeur de la Mer...seriously...kind of) and we got some little quiches and various lunch items. We then got back on the bus and headed to Bonnieux, which is literally on the top of a mountain. The ride there was slightly--understatement--terrifying, as the little mountain roads of Provence were not created for coach buses. Yeah. Not so pleasant. We made it there alive, and it was totally worth it. This town has a view of what seems like the entire of Provence--including the chateau of the Marquis de Sade. Craaazy--and I took like a million pictures (which I will upload eventually, I promise...yargh). We picnicked in the park of the church at the very very top of the mountain--gorgeous.
Last and certainly not even close to least was Roussillon. Roussillon is most famous for its ochre quarry-ish thing. It was unbelievable. Brilliant orange rocks set against the green of the trees and the perfect blue sky--also, I was wearing mostly blue so those colors looked great in contrast, too. Literally, I felt like I was in the Grand Canyon. Granted, I've never actually been to the Grand Canyon, but I imagine it's a lot like that. We hiked around the quarry for a while--it was really, really cool. After, I got some lavender ice cream--bizarre, because it literally tasted like I was eating the smell of lavender...does that make sense? But it was in no way unpleasant--and wandered aimlessly around the center of town. These little villages are so unbelievably perfect; I kept thinking I was in Chocolat and I could turn a corner and find Johnny Depp coming up the docks (sadly, this did not happen. Though he DOES live in France, so it's more possible...maybe...).
We got back to Aix at around 6:30. I then changed, ate dinner and went to the exhibition Picasso-Cezanne at the Musee Granet with my host sister, Alix. I already talked some about it, but I'll say a little more. This exhibit was incredible. First of all, it was free for us (ballin'!). The Musee Granet always has tons of Cezanne (because he lived a while in Aix), but I guess this year is some sort of anniversary of Picasso's time in Aix, so there have been events all year long. What I really loved was that the museum didn't only show the abstract, "usual" Picasso. We also saw some magnificent paintings by Picasso that at first glance, and in comparison to the rest of the exhibit, seemed to be by Cezanne, just by their delicacy and accuracy. Very cool. Also, we got there just before 9pm, when it was supposed to offically start, and when we left at a little after 10pm, the line outside was absolutely absurd. Probably helped that it was the very last night of the exhibit, but whatever.
Sunday was yet another "Aix, why do you rock so much?" day. There was a random big like garage sale on Cours Sextius, where it seemed like everyone from Aix just brought out all the random stuff they had lying around and sold it at ridiculously awesome prices (e.g. I bought 2 necklaces and a ring, all really beautiful, for 4 euros. What!?!). Liz, Emily and I hung around there for a while, then went a little cafe-hopping. At the first one, in Place Richelme, the son of the waiter was like helping him, and it was probably the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life. This little boy was wearing almost Harry Potter-like glasses but the frames were red instead and he was super eager and ahhhh soo mignon.
At around 6, I met up with Martin (!!!) so he could, as he put it, "make me a visit of Aix." I already knew a lot about the city, but I pretty much just wanted to see where he would take me. He showed me to the south of Cours Mirabeau--where I like never go--and various other random places. He is like really smart. He knew all these random facts about the city and was telling them all to me in slightly broken but surprisingly good English. He's such a sweetheart. We also discovered that his parent's house isn't at all far from where I live. Kill me. He had to go back to Marseille and is having his housewarming party tomorrow (Friday) night, and I can't go because I have a stupid trip with my Architecture class (okay, I know it won't be stupid, I'm just bitter) and I am very sad. Oh well. When we parted, he was like, "okay, not this weekend, but next weekend! And the one after that!" I almost died. And I made him hug me. I was like, "Americans hug." :-D
Teehee.
The first town was Lourmarin, which was tiny and had a gorgeous chateau and like a billion fountains. Liz and I wandered around before settling at a cafe, she with her Orangina, and I with my noisette (a little coffee with a little bit of milk or something). After taking stalker photos of our waiter and his man-pris, I bought some pretty jewelry (including Le Coeur de la Mer...seriously...kind of) and we got some little quiches and various lunch items. We then got back on the bus and headed to Bonnieux, which is literally on the top of a mountain. The ride there was slightly--understatement--terrifying, as the little mountain roads of Provence were not created for coach buses. Yeah. Not so pleasant. We made it there alive, and it was totally worth it. This town has a view of what seems like the entire of Provence--including the chateau of the Marquis de Sade. Craaazy--and I took like a million pictures (which I will upload eventually, I promise...yargh). We picnicked in the park of the church at the very very top of the mountain--gorgeous.
Last and certainly not even close to least was Roussillon. Roussillon is most famous for its ochre quarry-ish thing. It was unbelievable. Brilliant orange rocks set against the green of the trees and the perfect blue sky--also, I was wearing mostly blue so those colors looked great in contrast, too. Literally, I felt like I was in the Grand Canyon. Granted, I've never actually been to the Grand Canyon, but I imagine it's a lot like that. We hiked around the quarry for a while--it was really, really cool. After, I got some lavender ice cream--bizarre, because it literally tasted like I was eating the smell of lavender...does that make sense? But it was in no way unpleasant--and wandered aimlessly around the center of town. These little villages are so unbelievably perfect; I kept thinking I was in Chocolat and I could turn a corner and find Johnny Depp coming up the docks (sadly, this did not happen. Though he DOES live in France, so it's more possible...maybe...).
We got back to Aix at around 6:30. I then changed, ate dinner and went to the exhibition Picasso-Cezanne at the Musee Granet with my host sister, Alix. I already talked some about it, but I'll say a little more. This exhibit was incredible. First of all, it was free for us (ballin'!). The Musee Granet always has tons of Cezanne (because he lived a while in Aix), but I guess this year is some sort of anniversary of Picasso's time in Aix, so there have been events all year long. What I really loved was that the museum didn't only show the abstract, "usual" Picasso. We also saw some magnificent paintings by Picasso that at first glance, and in comparison to the rest of the exhibit, seemed to be by Cezanne, just by their delicacy and accuracy. Very cool. Also, we got there just before 9pm, when it was supposed to offically start, and when we left at a little after 10pm, the line outside was absolutely absurd. Probably helped that it was the very last night of the exhibit, but whatever.
Sunday was yet another "Aix, why do you rock so much?" day. There was a random big like garage sale on Cours Sextius, where it seemed like everyone from Aix just brought out all the random stuff they had lying around and sold it at ridiculously awesome prices (e.g. I bought 2 necklaces and a ring, all really beautiful, for 4 euros. What!?!). Liz, Emily and I hung around there for a while, then went a little cafe-hopping. At the first one, in Place Richelme, the son of the waiter was like helping him, and it was probably the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life. This little boy was wearing almost Harry Potter-like glasses but the frames were red instead and he was super eager and ahhhh soo mignon.
At around 6, I met up with Martin (!!!) so he could, as he put it, "make me a visit of Aix." I already knew a lot about the city, but I pretty much just wanted to see where he would take me. He showed me to the south of Cours Mirabeau--where I like never go--and various other random places. He is like really smart. He knew all these random facts about the city and was telling them all to me in slightly broken but surprisingly good English. He's such a sweetheart. We also discovered that his parent's house isn't at all far from where I live. Kill me. He had to go back to Marseille and is having his housewarming party tomorrow (Friday) night, and I can't go because I have a stupid trip with my Architecture class (okay, I know it won't be stupid, I'm just bitter) and I am very sad. Oh well. When we parted, he was like, "okay, not this weekend, but next weekend! And the one after that!" I almost died. And I made him hug me. I was like, "Americans hug." :-D
Teehee.
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