I FINALLY GOT TO LICK THE EIFFEL TOWER TONIGHT BEST DAY EVER I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW HIGH ON LIFE THIS HAS GOT ME. I THOUGHT IT WOULD TASTE LIKE PENNIES BUT IT TASTED LIKE NOTHING AT ALL AND EVERYONE WAS SUPER GROSSED OUT AND MY FRIEND HIGH FIVED ME AND SOME FOREIGN GUY BEHIND ME STARTED CRACKING UP AGH GOD IT WAS SO GREAT I’M SO HAPPY AND IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND INCREDIBLE AND I’LL POST BETTER PICTURES LATER BUT THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY THE MOST IMPORTANT OKAY

I FINALLY GOT TO LICK THE EIFFEL TOWER TONIGHT BEST DAY EVER I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW HIGH ON LIFE THIS HAS GOT ME. I THOUGHT IT WOULD TASTE LIKE PENNIES BUT IT TASTED LIKE NOTHING AT ALL AND EVERYONE WAS SUPER GROSSED OUT AND MY FRIEND HIGH FIVED ME AND SOME FOREIGN GUY BEHIND ME STARTED CRACKING UP AGH GOD IT WAS SO GREAT I’M SO HAPPY AND IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND INCREDIBLE AND I’LL POST BETTER PICTURES LATER BUT THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY THE MOST IMPORTANT OKAY

It's our last night in Arles.
Me:I've got a lot of Jameson to finish off before we leave tomorrow!
Kristen:Yeah! And I've got a lot of wine to... buy.

Arles and Roman Ruins Project: Bath House and Avenue of the Sarcophagus

Concept Project: Arles Dog Culture.

Every day I wake up here and feel very very very very very very very very very very very very very very blessed that I had the opportunity to go on this trip and parents that supported me in doing it and that I get to see how huge and grand and insane this world is.

A gem of a photobomb at the Mediterranean Sea today.

A gem of a photobomb at the Mediterranean Sea today.

Durex: Sad Sex Awaits

Durex: Sad Sex Awaits

Today was too. Damn. Long.

We woke up at 6 and left the hostel in Prague at 7:30. We had a 2 hour flight to Paris. When we got off of the plane in Paris, we headed for the train station. Just as we were about to cross the hall, some security guards and fully armed military men stopped us to put up some tape to block us off. We stood there for about 15 minutes as they investigated a piece of abandoned luggage. I grew slightly wary as the crowd behind us grew enormous. Then, the guard standing in front of us motioned at us to cover our ears, and word spread that they were about to blow up the suitcase. After two long, loud blows of a whistle, my head shook as the sound of the explosion echoed through the halls of the airport (I probably should’ve covered my ears like he said). 

I was incredibly jazzed after that experience- so much that I wasn’t even upset when we couldn’t find an ATM and I realized I couldn’t get euros to buy food. We hopped onto an incredibly nice train for a 3 hour ride, where I slept the entire way. Then we got off of that train, loaded up onto a bus for about 20 minutes, then took another train for about 20 minutes until we arrived in Arles. After a hot, miserable 15 minute walk dragging our luggage through cobblestone streets, we arrived at our hostel. I’m rooming with two very cool people, and we have a gorgeous view of the amphitheater outside of our window. A band called the Suds was there this evening. We are also right down the street from a huge coliseum, which is plastered in ads for equestrian shows for the Spanish Riding School, Andalusians, and more, but the shows aren’t until the end of July, which breaks my heart.

A group of us went out to dinner and we bought some very delicious pizza. Afterwards we wandered about and explored for a half hour or so. We haven’t seen hardly any of the city yet, but I’m already loving it. It’s so much more romantic and less hectic than Prague. It’s a very relaxed environment.  I think it’s gonna be a damn good week here in Arles.

Tonight is our last night in Prague. It’s very sad. I had to remind myself that the trip isn’t over, it’s only the Prague portion that is ending. Tomorrow we spend all day traveling by plane and train to Arles, and it’s going to suck so much. But after that will be an entirely new adventure. However, I, along with almost everyone else, am having a hard time imagining how it can top this city. The saddest part is, I don’t know when or if I’ll ever be able to return. I hope I can, someday. Until then, Old Town Square will have a special place in my heart.

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Today was pretty low-key. After spending all night working on my project, I ended up getting only 1.5 hours of sleep before we left for critiques. I was pretty nervous, but I think it went really well. Both Darcy and Marketa complimented my work, and didn’t give me any sort of criticisms, so I’m very pleased with that. It was also really cool to see what other students did with their projects. Everyone in this class is so creative and talented, and it was great to see what they were seeing through their lenses after walking the streets with them for the past week. After critiques, we went out to lunch at a restaurant Marketa picked out. I got a beef meal, which was delicious. I returned to the hostel with a full belly and passed out immediately.

Tonight we went out to dinner, which took forever, because a) We left too late and everything was closing, and b) when we finally did find a place, it took us forever to get our food. When we finally finished eating around 11 we headed to the Charles Bridge where Brittany took some slow shutter night action shots. For a few of them, the girls in skirts stood still while everyone else raced around them for 30 seconds, yelling like clowns. Then we took a 30 second shot where the whole group posed smiling in complete silence, trying not to move so that the picture wouldn’t blur. We looked like the biggest idiots this side of the Atlantic, but it was a lot of fun.

Afterward, four of us went to the Prague Beer Museum, which is just a pub right across from our hostel that serves tons of different kinds of beers. After having only crazy bar experiences, I was so happy to sit down with a few cool people, and down one of the most delicious beers I have ever had (the name of which has already escaped me, but it was a light lager). I can’t think of a more perfect way to say farewell to Prague.

Arles, we’re coming for you…

St. Barbara’s Church.