I know, here I go again with gratitude and all that. It is sometimes how I get through the day. Well, that and making lists. As I sit in my "office" for hours a day, working on lessons, answering emails from students, colleagues, family, and the big wide world, listening to music clips sent to …
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Paris— one more day
It has been an amazing trip. With only one more night to go. It always goes by so (too) quickly. I bought the macarons and chocolate today during a Montmartre food/art/history tour with the amazing Bertrand. If you ever need a guide to show you around, Bertrand is your man. He knows Paris like the …
Eating in Paris: Days 1 and 2
It is pretty glorious here in Paris. After walking all day, I decided to take a break in the shadow of Notre Dame. I went in to the cathedral to light a candle for Mme Christiane Buchanan, my high school French teacher. I always do this when I am in Paris. Merci, madame. There was …
This is a test — Part deux
There is a chance that I will fall asleep writing this post. It has been been a long time since I actually slept. Ready for a math problem of epic proportions? It is 10:21 pm Friday in France. 4:21 EST. I woke at 5:30 am on Thursday. I slept maybe 2 1/2 hours on the …
This is a test
Not of the emergency broadcast system, in case anyone but me remembers that. Is that even still a thing? No, this is a Can-I-blog-from-my-iPad? test. I have such good intentions. That pave the way to you know where, as Mama Mildred has told me more than once. Anyway, back to the test. I leave for …
Paris, je t’aime
I am back, with 22 students, two co-chaperones, and our tour manager, B. He is a Frenchie, originally from Basque Country, but a Parisian for the past 10 years. He owns his own tour company, was a political science major, speaks several languages, with English as the first language he studied in school. He spent …
Hearts
I have a thing for hearts. I probably have since the first time I exchanged valentines with my classmates in elementary school. Back in the day when we decorated white paper bags and left them out for our classmates to slip a little card in at some point leading up to the Big Day. I …
