The strawberry tart couldn't be passed up again.

Today was quite the good adventure.

All week its been four hours of class, lunch, wandering around town, dinner, homework, e-mail writing, and bed. All week. Life isn't too interesting.

Today I went to St. Tropez. It is the famed summer spot for celebrities, aristocrats, and people that otherwise think far too highly of themselves.

The bus ride took about two and a half hours one way, and the driver made mistakes going in both directions as we ended up going around several of the same roundabouts twice. I don't think anyone else really noticed. I got some beautiful views of the French Alps, but good pictures cannot be taken through bus windows. I contemplated how I found myself so lucky as to get to see such things. I didn't come up with an answer and just stared in awe. I can't believe people slept through that bus ride. The views only got more spectacular as the day progressed.

St. Tropez is a cute little town where I got some caramelized almonds that all of you will be lucky to taste if they make it back home. I got a lot, so there's a chance.

Here is the harbor in St. Tropez: fancy new boats in front of fancy old buildings.

Not too much was done here other than eat and walk around a lot. It is a beautiful little place, but I'd hate to be there during tourist season, which is not June thankfully.

After St. Tropez it was off to Cap Taillat. If you Google Image search this place, you'll come up wit a bunch of images similar to this one. I assure you, this picture is not a fake. This is just one of the plethora of the beautiful, peaceful views from the obnoxious, rocky path I climbed to get to the perfect little beach.

If I'm ever in the south of France again in warm weather, I must return here (or somewhere very similar).

This is my reaction to the cold Mediterranean Sea. I was standing in it with my pants rolled up. I would have had my bathing suit, but my host family assured me that the weather was supposed to be cold and wet in St. Tropez, as did the Internet. Naturally, as a result of the removal of my suit from my backpack this morning, it was a gorgeous day and only my feet got to experience the cold water. Most of you know me well enough to realize how upset I am that I could have gone swimming, but didn't.

I think I really enjoy putting bad pictures of myself on the Internet.

Also, I reassure everyone, I had suntan lotion on. Naturally, I missed a spot on the back of my arm.

After returning to Aix, where it was really, really cold all day, I got possibly the best hot chocolate that I've ever had. It came from the café across the street from my school. It ranks up there with the Venezuelan hot chocolate I had in Philly. The other food of the last few days that should be noted are all desserts, so I look like a pig. I had some mint chocolate ice cream, another crèpe au caramel, another strawberry tart, and probably a few other things.

Last night I told my host family that my throat hurt when they noted that I looked tired and ill. It's just a cold, rest assured. I walk around in the rain too much. The weather here is very humid, but cold. The warm days tend to be a bit on the humid side, too. According to my host family, I'm sick because I don't cover up my throat when I'm outside. I guess that's why scarves are so big here...? To alleviate my throat pain (because I refused the need to go to a doctor), I was given some warm milk with honey in it, which actually worked.