A good friend of mine from Tufts, Kevin, is studying in Aix-en-Provence, France. It just so happened I had a free weekend and found a good deal on a plane ticket, so I hopped the border from Spain into the South of France. He’s fluent in French, and has his own apartment and everything. The town of Aix was ADORABLE – cafes and pastry shops and stores everywhere. I would have been fat and broke if I was studying there!
I just happened to pick a great weekend to come visit. Kevin’s class was taking a trip to Marseilles, which is about a half and hour drive from Aix, and going sailing on the Mediterranean. Kevin signed us up and surprised me the night before. It was amazing – I never thought I would spend three hours sailing on the Mediterranean!
After sailing, me, Kevin, and three of his friends from his program headed to dinner. Long story short, Kevin had met a guy from Luxembourg who had connections at the best pizzeria in Marseilles. These connections were good enough to get us a reservation at a place that doesn’t take reservations, and the wine started flowing. The meal was delicious, and when we finished three and a half hours later, Kevin and I raced to make the last bus to take us back to Aix.
The weekend went by really quickly, but there was sailing, wine, and French pastries. What else could I ask for?


























