It's 11:26 p.m. here in Aix-en-Provence.

I'm currently in my incredibly comfortable room. I need to indulge in some more Aix details.

And I feel a little cheesy because whenever I listen to Eva Cassidy singing "Fields of Gold" I just break up inside. It always reminds me of Oxford.

The streets are narrow and mostly one way. There are fruit and vegetable markets every morning. There are tons of fountains, all different with different important histories. There are sidewalk cafes All over the place. Even more than Paris, I'm sure. I see old men sitting outside with serious moustaches and eating chunks of bread with cheese and a bottle of wine within arms reach.

And I've got orientation tomorrow at 9 a.m. so I'm actually going to cut this post super short. But the next one will be worth it, I promise!