An Open Letter to the Cicadas, by Sara McCrea

No words can express the joy I felt when I stepped out of my room at 8 a.m. this morning to find that the temperature outside was actually manageable. Yes, I can confirm the news that scared my relatives on the other side of the Atlantic—we are deep in the canicule, the intense, record-breaking heatwave…

Festival Avignon, by Bowie Hagan

I had the opportunity to spend a recent weekend in Avignon and to enjoy the spectacle(s) of the July theatre festival. I was there during the opening weekend, and the atmosphere was truly magical. The streets were littered with flyers for productions, and the air in the streets was full of excitement. Theatre abounds every…

Window Shopping, by Sara McCrea

Throughout this second week, I found that I no longer needed a navigation app to help me find my way around Aix. This may sound like a small accomplishment, but as a person with a poor sense of direction, this is an achievement worthy of a gold medal. It may be cliché, but I have…

Budgeting for Priceless Adventures, by Jacy Baber

My mother works in finance, and so it has always been drilled into my head how important it is to keep track of your money and what you do with it. Going into the summer, I knew I was going to be spending a lot of money. I did not know, however, how much or…

In dreams begins responsibility, by Bowie Hagan

In his commencement address, Dr. Leigh Smith invited students to ponder God’s question to the biblical figure Adam: “Where art thou?”. This question has become more pertinent as the excitement of novelty wears off, and I begin to consider in earnest my location and my destination. Before arriving in Aix, I had a personal narrative…

Starting the Summer in Barcelona, Spain, by Alex Rybak

Week 2 in Barcelona, Spain has been full of many surprises and memory-filled moments. As a group, we were able to travel to Girona, Tossa del Mar, and Figueras. Girona is a quaint little town with a beautiful cathedral and old ruins we were given the chance to explore. Old bridges and crumbling walls were…

Listening to the Sounds of Adventure, by Sara McCrea

On my third day in Provence, I sat under a beach parasol, slipped my toes in the sand, and listened. Birds sang in conversation while flying overhead. Children giggled as they built sandcastles and battled the sea, impossibly clear and turquoise. Waves met the shore with a hollow roar, the sound of a seashell expanded….

Meeting Monique, by Maggie Schlecht

Drifting in and out of sleep, I caught glimpses of busy neighborhoods turning into snow-dusted fields turning into golden towns as my train made its way from Paris to Provence. My exhaustion won over my excitement of being so close to Aix, and I fell back asleep until we pulled into the station. I dragged…