So, I bailed Luke out of jail… again. I know that was a major BRB, but this has seriously been a riot. Well, I mean we started one. We went to a restaurant in Spain, and it was seriously awesome. The food! The decor! The people! Seriously, I want to move to Spain.

But, maybe I can’t now?

Well, Luke and I were eating dinner and we opened up the next travel envelope for our trip. We were going to Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer in France. I was really hoping we would make it in the area for Cannes, but apparently, it’s already over for this year. Bummer!

I had never heard of Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, but apparently this was a trip with a mission. We were to volunteer with a local conservation project to count pink flamingos.

I didn’t even know they lived out in the wild. Other than one time at the zoo, I have only known pink flamingos as those hideous lawn ornaments. I mean, they are hideous, but they are also totally vintage kitsch.

Ok, ok, so on to what happened. Luke was getting on to me for my overnight guest, and I was pretty pissed that he put it online. So, we were both arguing, and maybe we had too many drinks. I might have thrown a steak knife into his leg. I didn’t expect it to be so sharp because it seriously stuck in him. He fainted, and so I tried to pry it out, but it was in there really good. So, I got a fork and tried to use it to pry out the knife.

Then, the restaurant was pissed out the cutlery and the blood stains. We got hauled onto the street with the silverware in hand… and leg. Lukle finally woke up. I didn’t want to tell him that poor little old me was the culprit, so I blamed a group of diners coming out of the restaurant.

He went freaking full Hulk-mode and just ran into them. We didn’t see the bodyguards and didn’t recognize him as some Prime Minister. Luke shouldn’t have been yelling that he was going to kill him, so that’s really his fault.

So, after Luke got out of the hospital, he ended up in jail for a bit. I totally thought he was going to be there for life or something. Well, I went to Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer and counted flamingos. I figure that’s my penance for causing problems. 127 pink flamingos were all I counted, and I might have counted some twice. Who knows?! And, I had to spend Luke’s per diem on an attorney and fines.

So, sorry, boss. But, we are finally back on our way. Our next stop is Bergen, Norway! What the heck is fjord?