tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86210824054390731912024-03-04T23:48:58.937-08:00Jo's in FranceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-53159521663536592012012-03-21T06:38:00.000-07:002012-03-21T06:38:18.351-07:00A Quick Jaunt to Nantes<span style="color: #cc0000;">:-) My title rhymes! Nantes is pronounced naunt ;-0</span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">In Feb I took a train up to go visit my old friends Lison and Julien. I left Tuesday, Feb 14 after teaching all day about Valentine's Day (here V-Day is <b>only</b> for lovers, imagine that). The train was about two hours and was pretty cool. I got to work on some revisions of a book for the whole ride. When I got there, Julien came to grab me from the tram station and then we went to pick up Lison at work. She works at Lush, a store I had never before heard of but fell immediately in love with! They sell some amazing stuff, and Lison gave me a box of it free as a present. Part of her job is testing all of the new products... she's got it hard, that girl! :-) </span><br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">So we went out to dinner to a creperie because Nantes is famous for its crepes served with salted butter on top! MMMM. Sooo yummy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">I had a generally amazing time. I stayed until Friday. Lison took me around the city and out to Machines de L'ile which was incredible. They've made all of these mechanical rides and little plants and awesome stuff and they have little demonstrations and let the kids ride on them. They have these two huge elephants that take people for rides around the park and there were all of these giant mechanical people that they made that they just set up around the city in the middle of the night and then they got up and walked around and had a little parade a few years ago. I think the idea is amazing and it was so cool to see in person.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTj57LfhT032HnkJPMkdlcUvUqpYsd7L0HaFoOtyxfxhMxJbkc4xKGldYvHinp3mtsz1ta_W-ipj8cKurDxggEq2hd_MEOyj4-mMqVGrfp4LZ9mYn_XaZ9oWBc5NhEWvRl2cIJYbMTkg/s1600/DSCF4070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTj57LfhT032HnkJPMkdlcUvUqpYsd7L0HaFoOtyxfxhMxJbkc4xKGldYvHinp3mtsz1ta_W-ipj8cKurDxggEq2hd_MEOyj4-mMqVGrfp4LZ9mYn_XaZ9oWBc5NhEWvRl2cIJYbMTkg/s320/DSCF4070.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #cc0000;"> Here's the giant elephant full of people getting ready for a ride. The detail on this is incredible. The ears are made from leather and all the rest is carved wood and metal. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;">We also saw the cathedral and castle. And she took me to a coffee shop that served actual bagels! I was astonished. Bagels don't really exist in France, since they have baguette and such. We went to the LU factory that's been converted into a night club, restaurant and museum. It was pretty cool in there. And we watched a few movies and played some games, all in French, which was really good for me. It was so nice to see them and I was quite sad to leave. It was a great little jaunt and I hope I can see them again before I go back to the states. </span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-54516614304973536912012-01-06T08:42:00.000-08:002012-01-06T08:42:00.875-08:00Jo's not in France<span style="color: #3d85c6;">So onward I went with my adventure in France, only it led me back to the US. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">But first... let me begin with my trip home! I did all of my Christmas shopping in one afternoon, two days before I was supposed to leave La Rochelle. It was brilliant! I shopped like my life depended on it. Four hours of insanity and I was DONE! So I packed all my stuff on Friday and was scheduled to leave on a train Saturday night to Paris, to stay at a hotel and then get up and go to the airport to fly back to NY (via Chicago because airlines are crazy!). So Saturday came and I washed all my bedding and laid it out to dry and took my suitcase and went into town to see some friends. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Then I went to dinner with Catherine. My train left at 7:53 p.m. We got to the restaurant (literally a four minute walk from the train station) at 5:30. Two hours is plenty of time for a bottle of wine, two pizzas, dessert and the largest coffee I've ever seen, right? WRONG! When you add in a French restaurant owner who is so completely sweet and incredibly talkative. After three months of living in France, I've become slightly less neurotic and more relaxed, because that's how life is there - and it came back to bite me in the ass - hard. I ran into the station to see my train pulling away. It was the last train of the night. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I then proceeded to have a melt down. For those of you who don't know, the last time I was in France and was ready to come home four days before Christmas, my airline had cancelled my flight and told me I was booked on another airline and then never paid for the tickets, so I therefore was not on a flight home! So there I was, stranded in La Rochelle - no other trains left that night or early enough Sunday morning to get me to Paris in time for my flight. The only train leaving from the area was due to leave at 6 a.m. Sunday morning from Poitiers, about an hour and a half away. It was going to cost 300 Euro for a taxi, or $300 to change my flight and leave a day later. After many hours of working on a solution, my friend's roommate said he would get up at 4:00 the following morning to bring me to Poitiers for the train. Which he did! </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I made my train, and the flight, and then spent the next nine and a half hours on a plane with parents who didn't know how to control their children. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I came home for a wonderful two weeks with my family and friends for the holidays. And then got on another two planes to come down to PA for a week of school. My flight out of SYR was delayed 1.5 hours, and I BARELY (and I mean barely) made my flight from Newark to Pittsburg. They reopened the door to let me board the plane. My luggage, however, was not so lucky! Yes, this is just a continuation of how ridiculous my life is. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">So I got to Pittsburg airport with only my carry-on and met up with some people who were renting a car to bring us to the hotel. Then we drove in some ridiculous rush hour traffic and spent forever and a day on Rt 30, got turned around, rolled back on this ridiculous 40% angle hill, and finally made it to the hotel. The first time I called on my luggage they said it was there and would be on its way shortly, definitely arriving before 1 a.m. The second time I called (at 1:05 a.m.) she suggested I "turn in for the night, because it may night be coming until the wee hours of the morning"! UGH. So I came upstairs and went to bed. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">It was waiting behind the concierge desk when I woke up this morning! </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">So that's what's new in the travel/life department. I'll be leaving here next week to go back to France, where I will proceed to find a second and perhaps third job to pay for the ridiculous amount of travelling still to be done! </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">:-) </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-8224761682831372332011-12-09T03:46:00.000-08:002011-12-09T03:46:38.549-08:00The Trip From Hell (complete with pictures)<div class="MsoNormal">Okay, so about five weeks ago, another assistant and I went on a 15-day vacation, because we could! And here’s everything that happened. Complete with pictures! And the way to make sure you have the best vacation possible. We went to Reims, pronounced reighnss in English (purple), Barcelona, Spain (blue), Perpignan, France (brown), Narbonne, France (orange), Carcasonne, France (green), Toulouse, France (pink), and Albi, France (yellow). </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Perfect Vacation Checklist: </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"></div><br />
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<ul><li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Get really sick</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Then get Really REALLY sick and feel like you’re dying</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Go to bed at 10 p.m. for three nights and miss all the fun</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Run to Luxembourg for the day – spend hours shopping</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Spend 25 hours on trains (not consecutively – but over a period of 12 days where you have to lug your suitcases up and down flights of stairs to get to the platforms…. (Hey France, ever heard of escalators?)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Throw out things in the middle of the airport because your bags are too heavy (Fuckin Ryan Air)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">End up paying to check a bag anyway <i>after</i> you already threw things out</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #7030a0;">Feel like your head is going to explode during landing and having to push on your ears so your brain doesn’t leak out</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Stay in a hostel where people wake you up every five seconds and they serve microwave pizza for dinner</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Go out and party and get lost on the way back to the hostel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Get lost</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Eat lots</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Don’t speak the language, get shitty directions</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Get lost some more</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Stumble upon something really cool</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Take lots of pictures (see below) </span></li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqfLI5KTtPLz_W1gJIDONwFuduO1hisx4bSzLa82zCowyYz32sTJ-hVkP0hP4Mr7WwGDFYXoJRyNyuQ2msM1TDiEa3zpg8_Jfw8eKhyXWBxwlbkfEY3nd-hN85JFD6n-zwDZ8XYfuCNY/s1600/DSCF3691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqfLI5KTtPLz_W1gJIDONwFuduO1hisx4bSzLa82zCowyYz32sTJ-hVkP0hP4Mr7WwGDFYXoJRyNyuQ2msM1TDiEa3zpg8_Jfw8eKhyXWBxwlbkfEY3nd-hN85JFD6n-zwDZ8XYfuCNY/s200/DSCF3691.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nVlMjbo-AXSuL7sfRxon0GR_6EpsQIRwf1AGjxujvnNtWOLS2E75Cn6jJrNJBF10If9Cr_eU4HHTDpPd3Sr-Lai0lpQAFnvQmFIskliZWgpcJMNngrPy1hUJiublsYc8yzzBzsvPqzk/s1600/DSCF3587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nVlMjbo-AXSuL7sfRxon0GR_6EpsQIRwf1AGjxujvnNtWOLS2E75Cn6jJrNJBF10If9Cr_eU4HHTDpPd3Sr-Lai0lpQAFnvQmFIskliZWgpcJMNngrPy1hUJiublsYc8yzzBzsvPqzk/s200/DSCF3587.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><ul><li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Get lost</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Go to zoo</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Eat tapas (see right above) </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Sleep 4 hours a night</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Continue to get sicker</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Don’t plan the trip ahead of time and realize two days before you’re supposed to move on to your next destination that it’s going to cost about $1,000 to do the rest of what you’d wanted.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Feel like you’re stranded in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Spend 15 hours trying to make your travel companion plan something</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Stay up all night – not partying </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Make some food</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Eat</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Go to train station to leave country – OOPS, train tickets we bought online – invalid. Argue in a language you don’t speak, pay lots of money for new train tickets.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #3333cc; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #3333cc;">Get on train and run away from Spain</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Get back to France – where you speak the language, and still get lost going to your hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Barely avoid dog shit every three steps</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Rename the town you’re in from Perpignan to Poopignan</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Get to beautiful hotel, on the river, next to a castle – and get a room with a view of neither</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;"> Walk to McDonalds and buy lots of deserts</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Pig out and stay in</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Get up, go exploring, eat</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Visit some random places</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Get bored</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Shop</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #663300; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #663300;">Hang out in hotel again</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get up, get on yet another train to Narbonne</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get really, really lost trying to find hotel – have directions to center of town, find out hotel is way the hell OUTSIDE of town – Rename Narbonne to Notbonne (bonne means good in French)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Stumble across part of the original roman road that Hannibal the Conqueror used</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Go to tourist office, wait for it to open. Get directions to hotel.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get off the bus, in the wrong spot, because the intern at the tourist office was a moron</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Wait 40 minutes at the bus stop, get harassed repeatedly</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Laugh hysterically at the bullshit</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get back on the bus</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get off the bus at the right stop</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Climb a mountain to get to the hotel – no, this is not an exaggeration, we were in the Pyrenees Mountains </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Stand in lobby unable to get into the locked doors of the hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Call the emergency number</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get into hotel, climb back down the mountain, go into town</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">See some cool stuff – spend part of Halloween in underground Roman marketplace complete with soundtrack</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Buy Halloween costumes at GiFi</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Go back to hotel, sleep, get ready for the kickenist Halloween party in Notbonne</span></li>
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</span></div><ul><li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Realize hotel for next night is way the hell out of town – make new reservations for hotel across the street from train station</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get harassed by guys in car wearing mask on way to Club</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get to club – only ones there – free cover charge</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Realize the place is all decked out and friken HUGE – decide maybe we’ll have a good time after all</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get free drinks</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Dance in an empty club</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Dance in a full club</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get more free drinks</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">See same idiots from car – ignore them</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get free drinks</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Injure yourself pole dancing</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Stumble back toward hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get lost</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Find beach ball</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Try to sit on said beach ball and fall on your ass</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Find hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Can’t get into room</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Call emergency number</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Try again – success</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Sleep</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff6600;">Get up, take CAB to train station, leave Not-too-bad-bonne for Carcasonne</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Feel really ill</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Feel worse – self-inflicted pole dancing injury causes muscle spasms in neck and shoulders</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Whine</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Realize you’re out of muscle relaxers</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Whine some more</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Go to a kickass old city fort/castle – and be unable to look upwards to take any pictures or see it</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Wake up – still in pain – go across the street to train station – get later train</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Go back to sleep</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Get up, find pharmacy, buy muscle relaxers OTC, sans prescription, because France is AWESOME</span></li>
<li><span style="color: green; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: green;">Less pain – kind of drunk and stumbly</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Get on train to Toulouse</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Take cab to hotel – CREPPY front desk man, weird hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Don’t check bed for bedbugs</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Leave – go exploring, get lost, have ice cream</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Go on waste of life 2 hour boat tour that’s boring as all hell and horrible</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;"> Go back to hotel</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Sleep</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Wake up covered in bedbug bites</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: #ff0066;">Freak out!</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Leave for Albi – start writing new book on train (National Novel Writing Month has already begun)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Have lunch in hotel restaurant, go to Toulouse museum (not in Toulouse of course, but in Albi)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Find some cool things, go back to hotel, write</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Eat, drink, sleep</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Wake up looking like you have the chicken pox because your face is covered in bites</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Get on another train</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Get off train, wait in train station restaurant</span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><span style="color: yellow;">Get on another train</span></li>
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<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Get to La Rochelle </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Wait for bus </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Get home, strip naked in front yard, run into house. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">ð<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->Take shower and de-bedbug all items before bringing them into the house – vacuum everything that can’t be washed, bag everything that can and leave it sitting in front lawn</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well, there you have it folks – my wonderful three week trip! </div><div class="MsoNormal">Despite everything you’ve read here, there was lots of good food, sangria, friends, laughter and an all around semi-descent time, though the week that followed of boiling and freezing my clothes and turning everything very interesting colors in 90 degree Celsius water was soo much FUN! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-868970847038565062011-11-06T04:16:00.000-08:002011-11-06T04:16:54.808-08:00Month 1 in La Rochelle<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Can't believe it's gone by so damn quickly. Super quick recap! </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHiMVo0d1CA4XNrZlQkFCu96zEcusePz7DRc5-j4xQs2xxm61mScUELLpC9heiOhS3BHD4EZGHn88OaVyMoUV1K6mC2Ey4mijaDDg0lZCp11z9HK1EZijqvxyMdNovSh72uTNMl674fU/s1600/Assistant+dinner+group+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMHiMVo0d1CA4XNrZlQkFCu96zEcusePz7DRc5-j4xQs2xxm61mScUELLpC9heiOhS3BHD4EZGHn88OaVyMoUV1K6mC2Ey4mijaDDg0lZCp11z9HK1EZijqvxyMdNovSh72uTNMl674fU/s200/Assistant+dinner+group+1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Met all the assistants - they're awesome. There are 12 of us Primary Assistants - 5 Americans (including me), 4 Brits (one is technically from the Isle of Man), 1 Scot, 1 Irish, and 1 Kiwi. Here's a picture of most of us at a dinner party Justine (my roomie) & I had the first week we were here. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmp6rH7p925W_MX2RYNPPXtzvvqYs84_LTRAbu8gYeBnymlhTFrH1NUmEIWEg9zWyE44XTlKOwtJRAUdO5XGwe-NgozyrgPvVQfhgtjdstE4KQflmwK0FtwBzbX4masSWpiN2BDitavM/s1600/Apt+bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDmp6rH7p925W_MX2RYNPPXtzvvqYs84_LTRAbu8gYeBnymlhTFrH1NUmEIWEg9zWyE44XTlKOwtJRAUdO5XGwe-NgozyrgPvVQfhgtjdstE4KQflmwK0FtwBzbX4masSWpiN2BDitavM/s200/Apt+bedroom.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">OK Week 1 - chaos and pandemonium - stayed in hostel, met assistants, drank & was merry, went apartment hunting, found apartment, went back to Fitzpatrick's Irish Pub - I've been there before, many times, only it was three years ago, and the damn owner remembered me! Got settled in new apartment (see bedroom on left), bought some new things, got lost coming home, partied, made friends. Set up bank account, couldn't cash traveler's checks, had meetings, woohoo. Paid landlord exorbitant amount of money to move into apartment. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Week 2 - more meetings, signed up for insurance, gave lots of people access to French bank account. Got internet, tried to navigate bus system, got lost trying to find my way home, got irritated with bus system, bought a crappy bike, spent money to buy cool things for crappy bike (ridden it a total of 2 times). Spent more money on food and stuff (sensing a theme yet), had dinner parties, went to visit schools, met lots of new kids, went to beach, enjoyed La Rochelle weather & sunshine. Stumbled upon old friends and an old flame. Resparked said flame. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Week 3 - visited other schools, got told I would be working Mondays & Fridays, whether I like it or not. Sicced Muriel on school district to set them straight. (now working Mondays & Tuesdays only). Had another meeting. Started teaching. Fell in love with children. Had some fun. Went shopping. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Week 4 - Started officially teaching - taught same Halloween lesson 8 times (shoot me now). Met teachers, started building relationships, got sick of La Rochelle. Said goodbye to old flame. Was sad, for about a minute. Got over it. Went on vacation. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">There, now you're almost caught up! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Perfect vacation checklist & pictures to come soon! </span><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-12553973766790315312011-10-24T02:53:00.000-07:002011-10-24T02:53:37.804-07:00Days 3-9 - The CliffnotesSo obviously, I'm entirely too far behind on my updates because I'm off living the fabulous life. Thus, I present to you, my gentile readers the Cliffnotes.<br />
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Day 3 - we almost died. Mom was driving up a street, with grass growing down the middle of it and she kept insisting it was a highway. Lola's English cousin (AKA the GPS) kept telling us it was a road and we were to take it. So we drove up it and after a while, another car came careening down the hill. There was nowhere for either of us to go. Both my mom and this other lady slammed on their brakes and the woman had to back her car up about 1000 feet and pull off to the side so there was enough room for us to pass. We also got quite lost, petted a horse and went to an amazing medieval banquet at Bunratty Castle.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpRdmL4reOZl0IE2Hw_D5Ole48RyEyPFqOGFxyIIVwFA06Zx6dZwhl7UvGoS0Ru5n2NSBShomqHdBTDDQSzq90LdPqYx7QCHJvXi9cpGDfzw1h6r-yxIXbj-L5kEK8jmQ4x3EPB67x1g/s1600/GEDC0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpRdmL4reOZl0IE2Hw_D5Ole48RyEyPFqOGFxyIIVwFA06Zx6dZwhl7UvGoS0Ru5n2NSBShomqHdBTDDQSzq90LdPqYx7QCHJvXi9cpGDfzw1h6r-yxIXbj-L5kEK8jmQ4x3EPB67x1g/s200/GEDC0397.JPG" width="200" /></a>Day 4 - Bunratty Castle Folk Park - mom and I walked the folk park and ate some food, we were kind of bored. Then we walked through the castle which was cool. So we left and drove out to the Cliffs of Moher. And OMG what a sight. Absolutely incredible. (See right ------) The picture doesn't even come close to doing it justice. It was so aweinspiring.<br />
We stayed there for a while and then drove over to the B&B we were staying in for the night. And got lost again. We had our last dinner in Ireland at a cute little pub, repacked our bags and that was it!<br />
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Day 5 - Leaving on another jet plane - Mom and I got a plane for France! And bought some jewlery on the plane - I bought it and that bitch took it home with her... :-) Then we got to FRANCE!!!! Mom was terrified in the car with the Cabbie as we drove from the airport to the hotel & was very happy to know that I did not want her to drive in Paris. We got to our closet... er um, I mean hotel room. (Thank God there was an elevator!) And threw our stuff down and went out to see the sights. We didn't make it far before mom faceplanted off the curb! She insisted she was fine and then I made her walk a bunch of stairs. Up to Sacre Coeur, up to the top of Arc de Triomphe and all over the city of Paris. She insists it was worth it... and I agree, though I felt very bad. We took lots of pictures and had a great time. Then we got lost... (are you sensing a theme here, yet) while trying to find the way to get down to the boats to take a boat tour. Then we had to rope 8 other people into doing it because they only run the last one if there's 10 ppl. So we panicked a bit because we really wanted to go! But we found some people and we went and it was FREEZING. But absolutely fucking amazing! I would post a video, but I think I've lost it!!!!<br />
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Day 6 - Paris insanity - We spent all day running around and seeing the sights of Paris - Notre Dame, Tourist Shops, Hotel de Ville, Centre Pompidou.... then we got crepes at the base of the Eiffel tower and waited in line forever, because of course, this is us and the friken elevator broke! So we finally got up into the tower and saw the city of lights by night. It was beautiful. It was a great night! We walked around the city a bit after and then went back to the hotel.<br />
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Day 9 - We got up and moving the next day and called for two taxis - one to take mom to the airport and one to take me to the train station. Then we said goodbye and went our separate ways - It was sad. But we did good! I wrestled my damn luggage through the train station and bought a ticket and found a lovely nice lady to help me drag the damn suit cases onto the train and then I went to La Rochelle! When I got to the train station, I had no idea if anyone was going to be there to greet me. But two lovely gentlemen helped me with my suitcases because I had to go down a flight of stairs, walk under the tracks and climb another set of stairs with my two giant suit cases and duffle bag. It was kind of strange getting off the train - it kind of felt like coming home.... So I was standing in line for the taxis - the next one in fact, when a jolly looking man with a large handle-bar mustache and a chic looking woman came up to me and said.. "Joann?" in these cute little French accents! Garrett had seen a message on facebook and told Thiery and Sandrine that I was arriving!!!!!! They took me to the hostel and I got settled and then went house hunting! :-) That night, all the assistants that had arrived spent a great night at the hostel bar getting to know one another and having a good time. It was a great first night back in La Rochelle.<br />
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Weeks 1-4 in France coming soon. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-85099890406763963052011-10-07T01:42:00.000-07:002011-10-07T01:44:23.259-07:00Day 2 – You Kissed What?<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">The next day (Monday) we got up and went into town, puttered around a bit, and went to a local café for a real Irish breakfast. It was huge – eggs, rashers, sausage, toast juice, coffee, and a scone (for those of you ignorant Americans who don’t know what rashers are, they’re kind of like Canadian bacon thickness and taste but in wide sliced American bacon size). It was then that we realized we’d forgotten not one, but two cameras back at the B&B. We walked to the bus station and grabbed a cab. This second cab driver was not nearly as entertaining as the first, but he definitely had some issues – like maybe Parkinson’s or something – because all he did was twitch and shake and stutter, poor man. So he drove us to the B&B and I ran inside for the essentials (cameras and red bull, you know) and when I’d come back out the cabbie had convinced my mother that it would be faster and just a few Euro more to take the cab out to Blarney castle instead of going back into town and snagging the bus. So we had our very own personal taxi van out to the castle and grounds. We were scheduled to be at Blarney for two-three hours, but we spent more than 5 hours down there!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">So we went back to Cork and missed some other stuff on our list – Blackrock Castle, St. Anne’s Church, the butter museum and City Hall where JFK gave a speech in 1963. But we’d had such a blast at Blarney we didn’t really care. We had to book it to the bus station to get out to the airport to rent the car. When we rented it, they told us it would be another 40 Euro a day to insure a driver under 25 in the car <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">L</span> so I didn’t get to drive. We got settled in the car and headed back to the B&B. Mom tried to make one right-hand turn into the right-hand (and thus WRONG) lane, but I shouted left lane, left lane! And we made it all right. We dropped the car off and walked into town because according to the lady at the B&B desk, parking was shite. So after walking around all the closed shops in town (because it wasn’t high tourist season and everything in Europe closes by 8) we went back to the hotel to repack our bags, preparing for our road trip the day after – and I assure you, nothing could have prepared us for what was in store the following day. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-50877443604718103862011-10-06T12:25:00.000-07:002011-10-06T12:25:44.888-07:00Day 1: You Fookin Stop, that’s what.<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Okay so the first day of our journey – Mom and I left Syracuse at 1:25 p.m. on Saturday September 17. We took a two hour flight to Chicago, waited around for a few hours and then hopped a seven hour flight (complete with rude flight attendants, baggage that wouldn’t fit, and two babies) to Manchester, where we arrived at 8 a.m. Sunday. We waited in Manchester for a bit then hopped a third and final flight from Manchester to Cork Ireland. We’d been talking to an older lady in Manchester and when we got off the flight in Cork she had this huge bag coming down the carousel, so I offered to grab it and put it on her cart and then she kissed me! It was really funny. So one of my bags was ripped – we had a fun time sorting that out with Aer Lingus, who really did absolutely nothing for us. And then we went to the top of the line (not upstairs, just to the very front, you know) and grabbed a cab. Now as the cabby took us to our B&B (which you can find in Ireland every four feet) I started to ask him some stuff about the rules of the road because mom and I were going to be driving in friken Ireland (because we’re crazy bitches and that’s how we roll). So I started to ask him what to do at a red light because as you all know, we have right on red in the states <b>after</b> you’ve stopped for the red light, so I was just getting to that part, but I said “So when you come to a red light, do you…” and his immediate response was… “You fookin’ stop, that’s what!” As if I were insane (now here I must note that by this point we were both convinced that <b>he</b> was insane by the way he swerved in and out of traffic on the wrong side of the road). But we all thought this was hysterical.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">We got to the B&B about 11:30 am and our room was not ready (check in had been moved from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. about a month after I booked our room and no one had told us. So the lovely ladies at the Gabriel Guest House helped us with our bags and set us loose in the city of Cork. We tried to shop – the stores were either extremely expensive or totally mobbed, and we were just too tired. So we walked a bit and we stopped at a pub for a late lunch which wasn’t too bad (it beat the hell out of airplane food). There we met some lovely Irishwomen (Tanya and her friend whose name I cannot remember). We talked for a bit and exchanged contact info so that we could facebook. Then we went back to the B&B and our room was almost ready. We got all five of our bags down the stairs into our room and freshened up (no sleeping though because that makes you all jet-lagy) and got ready to go on our walking tour. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
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Sorry about the radio silence. I've been without time and then without Internet pretty much since I took off from the states. So the daily blow by blow of the ten days of travel will be up within the next few days and then I'll post kind of general/more weekly stuff. Or maybe just the really odd/funny random shit that happens to me - which we all know and love - I'll tell you all about it! <br />
:-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-55292006350118883562011-09-16T09:28:00.001-07:002011-09-16T09:28:56.076-07:00T - 24 hours<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">In almost exactly twenty-four hours I will be boarding the plane to Ireland (via Chicago & Manchester). </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">And, no, none of my damn bags are packed! I've been busy people! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Getting things in order today and cooking a bit. Drinks with the girls later and watching Sons with the rents. Last family dinner for a while tonight. Should prove to be interesting! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Can't stay long. Off to races!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Will post from airport tomorrow! </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-12728535461152111022011-09-15T17:01:00.000-07:002011-09-15T17:01:58.307-07:00New Day - new hair - newness!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Hello again, bloggerverse, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">I got my hair done. It's rather drastically different, but I quite like it. I spent almost three hours at the hairdresser with my mom because she got hers done at the same time. Lots of change today. Mom went darker than she's been in years and I went lighter than I think I've ever been. And it's SHORT. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Then I went to AAA to get my international driving permit!!!!!!!!!! Because we're crazy and we're going to drive in Ireland. Something I read said that Ireland was the second worst country for driving - as in they have the second most accidents of any country in the world. Portugal was listed as the worst. Should be very interesting. Mom's worried about hitting sheep. I'm just worried about getting ridiculously lost. We don't have too many places to be at certain times, but we are driving across the majority of the southern part of Ireland. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Still haven't packed yet! Yes, that's right. Leaving in less than forty-eight hours and I haven't even brought my suitcases up from the closet downstairs! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Still have to finish plotting a book, organize trip itinerary, print things out, pack, pay bills, check bank accounts and all kinds of other stuff. Hair picture coming soon. Insanity impending. Mass craziness to ensue! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">So pull up a chair, strap in and get ready for the ride!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;">Last full day in the states begins in four hours... </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-54322902557611834372011-09-14T07:42:00.000-07:002011-09-14T07:43:01.505-07:00GRRR.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">So I woke up today to the Blue Screen of Death on my laptop - NOT GOOD. And for no apparent reason! I have since gotten the damn thing to turn on properly, backed up the files I've been working on this week (since I backed up everything else about a week ago), and threatened to throw the damn thing out the window. This is SO not a good time to be having computer problems. I still have 20ish pages of revisions to do and another write up for school. I also need to get to some other things in the next few days and have a computer when I travel. I'm hoping it was just a little hiccup and that we're all better now... because if not, this little baby is gonna learn to fly!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">I've drawn up a Travel Contract for my mother and I to keep us both in line when we go on our little adventure (no school or work talk is allowed, we're going to live in the moment and enjoy!) I've cleaned out my car (for those of you who have seen my car... this is a BIG DEAL). I didn't do almost anything trip related yesterday. Mostly it was a homework day. Today - Lunch with Grandpa maybe some cards/scrabble with Grandma, finishing revisions and reviewing the plotting board.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">AND I need some help! I'm going to get my hair done tomorrow and I have NO idea what to do with it now. These are some of the options I've come up with. Voting shall commence... now!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Today started out halfway decent. I've begun the organizing process. Bought some new stuff - makeup bag, socks, and a few other things. Caught the last few minutes of <i>Leap Year</i> and had an OMG moment when I saw all of the countryside of Ireland. I will be there in SIX days. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Now it's time for some homework and some more cleaning and organizing. :-) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">Overall a pretty humdrum day, with lots of ducks to get into order. Back to work I go. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-74972532844306824012011-09-11T11:30:00.000-07:002011-09-11T11:30:17.545-07:00In the midst of the last weekend in the states<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This morning was the last Sunday breakfast I'll be having with the family in a while. It was kind of sad, but mostly business as usual. And of course, it's September 11, so things were a bit somber this morning. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've spent the bulk of today plotting as well. Should be leaving soon to go to dinner with the rents. All in all not a bad weekend. Maybe going to late show with mom later. Trying to fit in as much friend and family time as we can in the next six days. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Final Five coming your way tomorrow...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-46248258320219213322011-09-10T06:44:00.000-07:002011-09-10T06:44:35.509-07:00One Week Left<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Oooh. That sounds ominous, doesn't it... like maybe the title of a horror flick? Well, if my life were a horror flick, I would have gotten two flat tires off in some deserted no-mans-land backwoods kind of area, instead of in the Village of L'pool where I got them last night. And instead of having <i>two</i> offers of help (because of course, I have breasts and a vagina and MUST be helpless with a flat tire) from two very nice gentlemen, I would have been stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell service, no AAA, and it would have been storming and pitch black.... but since my life isn't a horror movie (just a horror show) I called Mommy, then AAA, then Mike (my mechanic who hasn't seen my flat tires is almost FOUR whole months), then Daddy to come and get my sorry ass after the tow truck took it down to Mike's, because I only had one spare in the trunk. Who get's two flat tires at once??? Yeah, that'd be me. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>So as we come to exactly one week before take-off, my To Do List has already been practically shot to hell because I only did about half (or less) of what was on it for yesterday... So today it's double time! Wish me luck! </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The final week continues tomorrow...</b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-25904428493086052032011-09-09T08:19:00.000-07:002011-09-09T08:19:12.141-07:008 Days away<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><b>So I am very happy to report that I got absolutely everything done from my TO DO LIST yesterday, and I only had to stay up till 4 am, which of course was technically today, but since it was before I went to sleep, I like to consider it yesterday. So as day 8 begins, a little tardy, but not late... it is with less of a freak out than day 9, knowing that the bulk of homework for the semester is FINISHED. So as I sit here eating the Cocoa Krispies I've wanted since before going to bed at 4, I think about all there is left to do and how I shall accomplish it all. I also wonder how in the hell I'm supposed to feel comfortable in France, in a classroom as a teacher, in jeans and a t-shirt which is what this one girl keeps telling me we're supposed to wear. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><b>Luckily, though, I've never been one to follow the rules, so I'll probably end up packing my entire wardrobe.... okay not the ENTIRE wardrobe, because I'd need six suitcases. But definitely a good portion of it :-) </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><b>Today's agenda - Go to library, take back all of the annoying Children's books I've forced myself to read and analyze at breakneck speed, scan a copy of my birth certificate, send it in to have it translated, revise 20 pages of my Thesis novel for my mentor, send some important e-mails, and write a few pages of a new erotic romance I was supposed to start in July. Also, read <i>On Writing, </i>plot the sequel to<i> Jaded Hope</i> (thesis novel) and meet some friends for dinner. OOh and... write a new blog (CHECK!) Thanks for helping that one happen, Blogger! </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"><b>Day seven begins tomorrow...</b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8621082405439073191.post-20870705761717765772011-09-08T07:01:00.000-07:002011-09-08T07:16:15.719-07:00The Countdown Begins: 9 days before take-off<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">My mom and I will leave New York on Saturday, September 17 at approximately 1:00 p.m. So the countdown has officially begun. We have just over nine full days left in the states! I'm currently writing a To-Do list that would put any multi-tasker to SHAME. It includes such things as eating (yes, that needs to go on the List or I'll forget to do such trivial things), finishing a semester's worth of work in the next 9 days (yes, I do happen to be insane), Making a calendar/packing list (yup, definitely neurotic), eating (since I'll have to do that at least twice in the next few days), plotting another book (because writing books in France is awesome), setting up this blog (CHECK!) and many many other things. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">So here's the general sense of my freak out - I don't know where I'm teaching. I'm not positive when Orientation is or what my first day of work will be. I have no place to live, no money to live on until I get a check in November, and I've already spent an insane amount of money! :-) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">As the countdown continues, readers should expect the following: Screaming/ranting/raving and general Bitchiness; non-sensical posts about random things like Buffy the Musical, dishwashers, cats who fly and dogs who are ninnies; crazy ramblings on shoe and dress choices, how the hell I'm going to pack it all, and where I'm going to fit my life-sized model of Vin Diesel (oh wait, the store was all out... scratch that). You should also prepare for another hurricane, a tornado, earthquake, and fire, because life is actually a cheesy Sci-Fi Disaster movie and you're all going to perish with overly-dramatic close-ups and terrible one-liners. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Day 8 begins tomorrow! </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7