So, funny story. I was hanging out with Mike earlier this weekend and he was saying he wanted to go backpacking before he died. And I was like hey, we could die tomorrow; let's do this now. And he said okay, and we had the money, so we hopped in a cab and went to the airport and funnily enough there was a flight to Paris. But Paris isn't really good for backpacking, so we met this nice guy who hooked us up and now we're in Provence.