We don't need mirrors on this van
Trip Start
Jun 22, 2006
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Trip End
Aug 20, 2006
Sorry Kids, I know it has been a while since I have written but things have been so crazy lately. This entry is for like 2 weeks ago but everyone keeps asking me to update so I am trying. That week was pretty slow considering everyone was still getting over the P. Dubs being here and all that. Which by they way, I feel like I am totally getting taken for the $4,000 that I paid for the "Lacoste Experience." When I first got all the info about this program, they said we paid this money to cover the cost of our day trips, visits to loval olive production factories, soap making factories, special programs, etc. So far it has just paid for all the alcohol to keep the board members and the president appeased while they were here but I will more in to other ways we getting the bad end of the deal later.
Anyways, Monday my French Modernism class went on a sort of fake field trip to Gordes. It was great that we got to get out of the classroom for once and the town was beautiful but it was also to make up for the three and half hour class we had to endure on the previous Saturday so the president could walk in for about 5 minutes just to watch out professor lecture. But also, the school photographer needed to come along and get some cheesey pictures of us enjoying our Lacoste experience in old run down vans with no air conditioning in about 115 F heat. Lovely picture isn't it. I just know I am going to show up in next year's catalogue, sweating profusely, looking like I could fal over at any moment from a heat stroke.
The next day in my Provence class we got to go to the Abbaye de Senanque which is funtioning order of Cistercian monks who still harvest lavender as the main source of livelihood for the abbaye. Since we couldn't get a tour in the afternoon, we left early in order to go to the Borie Village down the road. A borie is a stone dweling built back in the 1800s which shepherds would live in or just rest in during the day when it got too hot to be out in the fields. The amazing things about bories is that they are made entirely out of stone, no mortar to hold them together, and yet, there is still a village of about 13 of these dwellings still standing today. The thing about getting there is that, like every other road in Europe, it is made for only one car but two vehicles will still try to pass at one time. So we are just flying through these curves and PRofessor was driving the van and she has gotten pretty good at navigating these roads since she has taught here for a few quarters. We came to this one section and she kept saying "I have anough room, I have enough room to get by," as we went down this path with stone walls built up on each side. We turned a corner and before we knew it, not nly were there stone wallls but also a telephone pole on the side of the road as well. In case I haven't mentioned before, Europen cars, have side view mirrors that you can fold in for just such occasions but since we didn't have time to react, the van kept moving, the mirror hit the telephone and just flew right off. The professor didn't realize what had happened until Robbie asked her where the right window went and she replied "mirrors, what 15 passenger van needs mirrors," and continued on back to school.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful and I was too busy getting ready for my trip to Barcelona that weekend which was another adventure in itself.
Anyways, Monday my French Modernism class went on a sort of fake field trip to Gordes. It was great that we got to get out of the classroom for once and the town was beautiful but it was also to make up for the three and half hour class we had to endure on the previous Saturday so the president could walk in for about 5 minutes just to watch out professor lecture. But also, the school photographer needed to come along and get some cheesey pictures of us enjoying our Lacoste experience in old run down vans with no air conditioning in about 115 F heat. Lovely picture isn't it. I just know I am going to show up in next year's catalogue, sweating profusely, looking like I could fal over at any moment from a heat stroke.
The next day in my Provence class we got to go to the Abbaye de Senanque which is funtioning order of Cistercian monks who still harvest lavender as the main source of livelihood for the abbaye. Since we couldn't get a tour in the afternoon, we left early in order to go to the Borie Village down the road. A borie is a stone dweling built back in the 1800s which shepherds would live in or just rest in during the day when it got too hot to be out in the fields. The amazing things about bories is that they are made entirely out of stone, no mortar to hold them together, and yet, there is still a village of about 13 of these dwellings still standing today. The thing about getting there is that, like every other road in Europe, it is made for only one car but two vehicles will still try to pass at one time. So we are just flying through these curves and PRofessor was driving the van and she has gotten pretty good at navigating these roads since she has taught here for a few quarters. We came to this one section and she kept saying "I have anough room, I have enough room to get by," as we went down this path with stone walls built up on each side. We turned a corner and before we knew it, not nly were there stone wallls but also a telephone pole on the side of the road as well. In case I haven't mentioned before, Europen cars, have side view mirrors that you can fold in for just such occasions but since we didn't have time to react, the van kept moving, the mirror hit the telephone and just flew right off. The professor didn't realize what had happened until Robbie asked her where the right window went and she replied "mirrors, what 15 passenger van needs mirrors," and continued on back to school.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful and I was too busy getting ready for my trip to Barcelona that weekend which was another adventure in itself.


