What I did on my Toussaint vacation
I had worked a full two days by myself, so clearly it was time for a vacation. Thankfully Mother France provided. Last week I got back from my week-long sojourn around the Southwest of France during our All Saints' vacation. Since getting back to work last Wednesday, I worked six whole days. Whew! Too much! Time for a break! Good thing tomorrow is Armistice Day and I can spend its entirety in bed if I so choose. I would remind you that even my full work weeks are only 12 hours long, but that would be cruel.
So how did I occupy myself whilst heffalumping and woozling around this great country, you ask? It's all documented on Francey Pants, with synopses of each post below:
I got sick and was very cold in Arles, but my travel buddy Kelly managed to find a very interesting advertisement from 1916 featuring colon cleansing WWI soldiers that helped me laugh all the misery away. I discovered speculoos, but wasn't able to taste it due to my cold. This led to a frantic search for the gingersnap paste once I regained my health.
On Tuesday I discovered just how many places there are to go in Arles, and had one of the best meals of my life with bull stew and foie gras salad. I got pummeled in Scrabble on the way to Dijon, where Kelly and I witnessed one of the most magical happenings of all time.
Day three brought my mandatory medical visit so the French government could be sure I wasn't a dirty American with lots of germs and TB. I got really attractive ID photos for my appointment, and tried to give my height in kilometers. That night we arrived in Grenoble, where hosts extraordinaire Gus and Line were waiting with a delicious meal.
The next day in Grenoble had me jumping for joy, for the weather was amazing and the views magnifique. I found some of my robo-brethren at the Musée Dauphinois. I ran into some terrible frustrations attempting to get the ingredients for a bountiful feast for Gus and Line to thank them for being so cool, but all was well in the end.
Days five and six weren't quite as fun, with Lyon being a big ol jerk to us in nice restaurants, fast food joints, and movie theaters. Twas time to go home.
So how did I occupy myself whilst heffalumping and woozling around this great country, you ask? It's all documented on Francey Pants, with synopses of each post below:
I got sick and was very cold in Arles, but my travel buddy Kelly managed to find a very interesting advertisement from 1916 featuring colon cleansing WWI soldiers that helped me laugh all the misery away. I discovered speculoos, but wasn't able to taste it due to my cold. This led to a frantic search for the gingersnap paste once I regained my health.
On Tuesday I discovered just how many places there are to go in Arles, and had one of the best meals of my life with bull stew and foie gras salad. I got pummeled in Scrabble on the way to Dijon, where Kelly and I witnessed one of the most magical happenings of all time.
Day three brought my mandatory medical visit so the French government could be sure I wasn't a dirty American with lots of germs and TB. I got really attractive ID photos for my appointment, and tried to give my height in kilometers. That night we arrived in Grenoble, where hosts extraordinaire Gus and Line were waiting with a delicious meal.
The next day in Grenoble had me jumping for joy, for the weather was amazing and the views magnifique. I found some of my robo-brethren at the Musée Dauphinois. I ran into some terrible frustrations attempting to get the ingredients for a bountiful feast for Gus and Line to thank them for being so cool, but all was well in the end.
Days five and six weren't quite as fun, with Lyon being a big ol jerk to us in nice restaurants, fast food joints, and movie theaters. Twas time to go home.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
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