Aix-en-Provence was supposed to be our next stop before heading to the French Riviera. We were rushing to the train station, got out of the cab, Henry read the train schedule, said this train is ours and jumped on. It was funny because while trying to find our seats I said this isn't our train and we need to get off. Too late, the train stopped ...

Jo's precious time with Argoste was coming to a close, bad for Argoste because he thought Jo was just the coolest thing out, and bad for us because we were homeless once again. A few nights were spent with Delia who was unbelievably good to us, and Dan, another of her sons was fixing up a spot for us at the apartment of a couple of his friends. ...