Hotel du Faisan
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... only as a relay tower between the towers of Crozant and Eguzon. At this time it had a wooden drawbridge and a wide, deep moat. In the 17th century, it became a home. The moat was reduced in width, and the drawbridge was replaced with a bridge of stone. Yet, in between the 18th and 19th century, it became a simple agricultural home, and when it was bought in 1906, it had nearly been in ruins. At this point, 110 ...
... done correctly. There were large holes in the walls in some spots with unwrapped exposed wiring. There was no toilet paper in the bathroom, and the only towel was grey with use. The bed linens had clearly not been cleaned in a long time, and I found used tissue in my bed. There were large dust bunnies in every corner (or as the French call them, dust sheep). During breakfast, we were served tea from a truly grimy teapot and when I was offered sugar, I ...
... pilgrimage route. He said there was no meditation in it, no beauty, no purpose. When my companions disagreed and tried to explain their viewpoint, he steamrolled over them. It did not make for very delightful dinner conversation, and the dinner went quite long. After the third hour, I just started to tune out the talking and dream of the comfortable bed waiting for me upstairs.
By the end of the endless dinner, I was completely fatigued. I ...
... food, which seems to be a favorite pastime of the French people. He marveled at how badly Americans eat, and was very interested to hear what I thought about the way the French eat. He did say that he had fond memories of a restaurant in Chicago, and did I know it? The Cheesecake Factory. I had to laugh a little at this, but I told him that I did know the place well.
When our hosts arrived, they surprised us with the keys to the local church ...
... to have made friends on the trail.
I was thinking a lot today about how this trip has given me
a new appreciation for the hardships of my students. Before now, I knew how
difficult it is to learn another language. French has never come easily to me,
and I struggled through every year of class that I had. Whatever it is that
allows some people to pick up languages easily, I don’t have it. I feel like I
know so little, and yet everything ...