The last week of my study abroad program in Aix-en-Provence was a whirlwind. Everyone was occupied studying for finals, writing papers, and preparing presentations. However, in addition to the academic cramming, there was this buzz in the air. Everyone was trying to experience as much as they could before leaving: a last-minute hike to Sainte Victoire, a trip to Cassis, a stroll through the markets, a night with friends. Everyone would have a pause while saying goodbye after class to make sure they were going to see each other another time before leaving, extending the inevitable for as long as possible.
My favorite of these moments was after my French Food and Culture final when, one by one, we all gathered in the library to eat a loaf of banana bread that one of my friends from class made. Not able to say goodbye, we all ended up going out to coffee together. We practiced using our French while we still could, emptied all our small euro coins to pay, and took one last group photo.
Earlier in the week was France’s Labor Day, which we had off of school. My friends and I took the opportunity to have a farewell soirée. My haul from the markets was mâche lettuce, heirloom tomatoes, cucumbers, and fresh mozzarella for a capresse-esque salad. One friend made apéros, another brought dessert, and most importantly, pasta making supplies. We talked the afternoon away over a glass of wine while chopping up ingredients, simmering the red sauce, and kneading pasta dough. The end result was a beautiful homemade meal with all our love poured into it. Afterwards, we spent hours more talking and ended up bringing a guitar out to play and sing together. This night was very much a core memory of the trip.
My pottery exposé was during this last week as well. Everyone in the ceramics class, in addition to the painting classes, got to display their body of work from the semester and put it up for sale. We had a large turnout from the school, but also from the Aix community at large. It was an incredible and emotional experience of feeling so very supported and appreciated for my art. While abroad, the Marschutz arts center became such an important place for me. It was where I went when I needed to get my swirling thoughts out of my brain and into the clay. It was where I went on beautiful days to enjoy the view of the French countryside, or on rainy days to hear the rhythmic plink-plink-plink of the rain drops on the shed’s roof and the whistle of the Mistral breeze through the windows. Out of everywhere in Aix, the ceramic studio, surrounded by wildflowers, wind, and wonder, will be the place I’ll miss most.
As a final farewell to most people in the program, IAU put on a graduation ceremony where we all wore golden stoles, students got awards from each department, and we walked in a procession together around Aix. Afterwards, we gathered in the square outside of Main Hall, in front of Aix’s cathedral, and had apéros and wine. Professors made their rounds to say goodbye, group pictures were taken, and final hugs were given out.
It was such a hard week of goodbyes, but I appreciate the fact that the goodbyes were difficult because of how deep the connections were. Aix was absolutely beautiful (how could the south of France not be), but it was the people who truly made the experience. It’s hard to accept that most of the people I met abroad will phase out of my life as quickly as they appeared. However, I honestly believe we carry bits of everyone who’s touched us throughout our lives. I don’t want to say the cliché line that studying abroad was a “transformative” experience (though it was). So, I’ll rephrase it a little. Being thrown into a new culture, with completely new people, when you’re still learning the language, is a whirlwind of an experience. It forces you to get to know yourself very well and stretches the limits you thought you had. It forces out a “you” that was there all along but needed a little coaxing to get out.
Thanks for following me along this adventure,
Natalie





































