Two of the best showers ever.

It followed me. Staph.
Or rather, it found me again. You think you can escape something like that by traveling half way around the world, but then it rains and the ravines empty into the ocean and then suddenly there's a newspaper article brought to your attention a few hours too late warning you not to swim in any of the western coast beaches. Dangit. (In case you didn't know, about 9 of my friends, including myself, got staph infections last semester, likely originating from the most incredibly fun homemade slip-n-slide ever. I still think it was worth it.)

Actually I don't have staph... or at least not yet. But I am keeping an eye on anywhere I may have had any little cuts, etc yesterday.

Okay, so I'll add a few pictures, but here's a little rundown of my weekend.
Get up Saturday morning, pack backpack, meet up with 15 other international students, walk to bus, bus to Car Jaune station, Car Jaune to St. Gilles, walk up a long, hot, trafficky road, find entrance to Les Trois Bassins (The three basins.) Take gorgeous hike through foliage, cave-tunnels, ankle-deep water, etc to find ourselves at the foot of a waterfall. Gorgeous

Eat, take pictures, hike more, find another waterfall, go swimming.
Stand inside a waterfall. (Yes, it was as wonderful as it sounds.)
Hike back out of the Bassins (much more difficult than hiking in), walk down long hill, Car Jaune to St. Leu, eat sandwich and icecream, wait for hostel owners.
Go to the best concert I've ever seen in my life. Dance for three hours.








Stay up talking, sleep on the beach.
Wake up on the beach.
Swim in the Indian Ocean.
Come home with another sunburn, 279 pictures, a lot more friends, and a confident assurance that there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be than right where I am.

Yeah, I think I'll call that a good weekend.
Oh yeah. And I don't have classes on Mondays.