where to begin...

oh man. i think i have to say this one in pictures.











much more in a bit, still trying to figure out this uploading images in french thing.

ps the red beer is kronenberg and grenedine. everyone drinks the shit. it's positively awful until you've had a few.........weird.

beginning to be a bit homesick, just the ease of having everyone understand you. yesterday we took a bus in montpellier the wrong direction, and had to practically pantomine to the bus driver what was wrong when we didn't get off at the last stop...it involved carrie doing a lot of enthusiastic pointing at where we were supposed to be, and me explaining very clearly (and possibly loudly, and repetitively) in french, "LOST. LOST. LOST." i also had to pee really bad, to add to the malaise...oh, adventures.

kissed oscar wilde's grave today too (ahemwhichmademecry)--so sorry, Steven, if i bring home any grave-kissing diseases.

tomorrow we're flying to venice, wish us luck as we look like complete assholes pretending to know italian!!!

love/miss you all.