Wow talk about a culture shock. After spending two months in the UK and Ireland, the south of France is a whole other world. After sleeping (for about an hour) in the corner of an airport (we had to be there for 4:30am so we just hung out), flying to Provence, taking a bus to Marseille, and a train to Arles, we are sure anything would seem nice....

okej, dosli smo, iskrcali se iz vlaka, vec nam je tad trebalo biti sumnjivo da je kolodvor usred NICEG, ali dobro, ignorirale smo to, nastavile hodati prema necemu sto bi trebao biti grad, bilo je fino ispocetka jer nas ledja jos nisu toliko boljela i fotkale smo se na obali rhone i zrak je mirisao po moru. pa smo stigle do hotela, cak nas ni to...

July 19th, 2007 We finished all of our photography presentations today. Finally. The last one was the worst to see though. It was full of depressing, naked, drug addicts. I have no idea why, out of the 20 expositions she would choose that one. Anyways, lunch was at La Comedie again today. We had pasta with veal and zucchini. Talk about an improv...