It's been about a hundred years since I last wrote. The odds have been against me: I've been without a laptop since late February, the end of the semester was madness, and I've been traveling constantly ever since. I was supposed to go to Amsterdam with a whole bunch of kids from the London program on the 16th of April. We thought nothing could stand in the way of our long weekend of a houseboat hostel, Anne Frank's house, recreational drug use (just kidding mom and dad) and bike riding, but then the Icelandic volcano erupted, and we ended up in London instead. Christie, Sara, Liz and I joined the masses who jumped on the buses and vacationed that way. We took a day trip to Brighton and sat on the rocky beach all day eating fish and chips and drinking cider. As the sun was setting, we headed home, and it was at about that time that our skin began to rebel. Our skin (pale and sickly from a London winter) was roasted by the Southern England sun. Sara called her legs "firesticks", and the term quickly caught on among us. We couldn't rally that night, and while everyone else went out for someone's 21st birthday, the three of us fell asleep by 9. I had exams Monday and Tuesday of that week, and lots of papers and projects due. It was a stressful few days, but they flew by, and by Wednesday I found myself packed up and out of the flat and on a plane to Cannes for the Sony World Photography Awards. I met all of the people I interned with in Cannes, and there I began 4 days of non-stop work. I became the on hand IT expert, and I could always be found running frantically from floor to floor at the Pallais, multiple remotes in hand and covered in extension cords and flash drives. The awards show was a success. I walked Pablo Bartholomew, Tommaso Ausili, and Tom Stoddard (three amazing photojournalists) backstage to collect their awards, and met many other amazing artists. After Cannes I headed back to London with Valerie, the WPO intern before me. We had a great flight and night at the airport, and we parted ways in London at Luton airport where I waited for Christie, Sara, and Katy. Together the four of us flew to Malta to meet Casey and Jordan. Christie and Sara stayed at the Pergola Hotel in Mellieha Bay, and Katy and I stayed with Jordan and Casey at their timeshare at the Radisson Golden Sands. Our room was oceanside on the fifth floor and a postcard view. We relaxed for a few days, went on a day long cruise around the whole island, and explored the place via bus on land. I was so motion sick that I threw up on the cruise, but it was still the highlight of the trip. We dove of our boat and snorkeled in the Mediteranean and were served a massive traditional Maltese lunch on board. We celebrated Sara's 21st birthday while we were there. We found a cab driver named Desmond who took us to and from Paceville (pronounced Pack-Ville) for 60 euro all together (an incredible deal), but the price of all drinks (free) was our downfall. The night ended with a blowout fight in Burger King and Sara seriously accusing everyone of stealing her wallet. All was well in the end though, and everyone left Malta with a good taste in their mouth. Now I'm in Georgia, and have to run, but more as soon as possible!