Category: Summer in Montpellier

The Inevitable Ending

It’s midnight. I leave today; in 6 short hours I will be in a taxi, the city of Montpellier a mere blur outside my window. With final projects and final papers, I didn’t get a chance to think about this ending, about leaving. This has been arguably the fastest five weeks of my life. It ...

Navigating AirBnB

A mere ten years ago, AirBnB came onto the tourist scene, and it’s made quite a splash. It’s an easy way for people to make money, simply by renting out an extra room or a seasonal home. It’s also wildly convenient for travelers: flexible check-in times, the amenities of a home rather than just a ...

To Group or Not to Group

Living with the same 40-or-so-people means we got pretty close, pretty fast. After one week, it felt as though we’ve known each other for a month; after all, we eat together, we go to classes together, we go out together, we live within 50 feet of each other. Being with so many people all the ...

Describing the Indescribable

“Wow. Just wow.” “This is so beautiful!” “So cool.” “Insane.” “Guys! Holy cow!” These phrases, and variations of them, have been playing like a broken record since this program began. We recycle the same descriptions for every monument, ocean view, cityscape or ancient bridge we see. I myself am guilty of this. I was on ...

Arles in the Afternoon

“It’s noon now – be back at the bus at 3:30. Have fun!” Those were the parting words from our program leader before letting us run free in the old Provencal city of Arles. How do you get to know a city in three and a half hours? Is there anything you can really get to ...

When in Marseille

Nestled in the rolling foothills of the Alps, which flow into the Mediterranean Sea, lies Marseille. Colonized by the ancient Greeks – and still home to some Greek ruins – Marseille is now the second largest city in France, boasting both enthralling history and breathtaking views.  It is this city that I chose to visit ...

The Cheese Language

“Parlez-vous un peu Français?” “Yes, a little,” the burly Frenchman behind the cheese counter replied with a thick accent.  And so I could finally, for the first time in two weeks, ask for recommendations on cheeses that I may like, that are local, that smell strong and taste stronger. My French is pas mal (not bad) ...