Premiere Classe Vierzon
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... 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 ...
... to Paris, where they will be waiting for me when my hike is over. I was able to lighten my backpack by 5.5lbs, which is major. Things that I didn’t need: an umbrella, a sleeping bag, a portable charger for my ipod, a third bra, a third t-shirt, a necklace, a bracelet, a canvas tote bag, a tube of mascara, a massage ball for my feet and one for my shoulders, my small camera tripod (which was very useful in Paris when I was alone), and extra cards that I had ...
... the days before. This is ********* my companions that it is on me, being that I am their junior by 40 years.
From Charost, we walked through Saint-Georges-sur-Arnon where we had a picnic lunch. My day old rice was about as delicious as day old rice sounds. This was certainly not the meal I had yesterday!
The walk today followed farm roads, and I just can’t stop marveling at the beauty of the poppies, which are by far my favorite wild ...
... be left alone to myself for a few hours.
Since they didn’t offer dinner at the chateau and did not allow me to use their kitchen, I had arranged to meet my male companion for dinner at the local café, which was also a pizzeria. It was nice getting some time to talk to him, as, before that point, I had mostly spoken to my female companions. I only wish that I was a better conversationalist in French. The waitress at the ...
... named after a local saint, Solange. She was a celebrated virgin who was said to have the powers of healing, thanks to of her remarkable faith. A local lord and knight wanted her for his wife, but she refused him. Incensed that a shepherdess would deny him, he kidnapped her. She struggle so violently that she fell from his horse and immediately began to pray. The knight, unused to such treatment, proceeded to decapitate her. Her decapitated head then spoke the holy name ...