Italia: Adventure in Portofinio & Florence.

24 Hours in Marseille 
     
       We got tired of Spain and decided that I had enough time left before I had to be back in Paris, to drive to Italia and spend a few days. We drove from Barcelona to Marseille, where we spent one night to catch up on sleep and divide up the driving time. I woke up early and explored the nearby streets in search for a bakery, once I located one, I was presented with a weird situation. Before I knew what exactly was going on, I had a homeless (Maybe Gypsy) women hanging on me, sobbing in French that she was hungry, not knowing what to do, I bought her a chocolate croissant, shook her off my leg, and headed back to the hostel.

Tybee & Savannah.

  (June)    

       So much has happened the past few months. They have been filled with some of the hardest times but are undoubtedly some of the best of months my life thus far. I hopped in a car with a bunch of unshaven band members, drove to Tennessee and had a crazy, shower-less, loud weekend. I fought, I forgave, and I was forgiven. I learned how to bake pastries & what good produce is suppose to taste like. I learned how to dance. I escaped to Tybee and Savannah for a weekend camping trip. I spent another week getting all of the sand out of my hair. I got my first passport. I lost in chess, lost in pool and got covered in acrylic paint. I drove to Texas where I rode on a mechanical bull, went to a rodeo, and wake surfed, shook my butt at a honky tonk, and then my uncle entertained everyone by riding on a unicycle with sparklers in his mouth. I received the hardest news of my life. I cried until I couldn't physically cry any longer, then when I could, I cried again. I bought my tickets for my France trip and am about to embark on a journey i've been dreaming of ever since I promised a dear friend I would fly out to France and visit him, a promise I didn't think I could gather the funds for but ended up doing it.

Here are photographs from a weekend spent camping on Tybee Island & Savannah.