Un weekend provençal
We were sitting on the beach, eating sandwiches of baguettes and cheese, taking in the January sunrays and watching the Mediterranean blue wash up and down the sand, and suddenly I remembered what Stage 1 culture shock felt like.I spent the past weekend with the Middlebury kids in Aix-en-Provence and other cities in Provence. Now, ever since 6th grade, when SuperTeacher Ms. Penner had just gotten back from a trip to Aix, I've wanted to go. And let me tell you, it was just as wonderful as I had imagined.
The sun shone everyday; the cities were cute and little and very French. We spoke in French almost all the time, despite others not completely respecting the Pledge, which was very rewarding and made me feel much more comfortable with my language skills. But what was the most exciting for me was remembering how much I really do love to travel. It's been a long 5 or 6 months so far, and it's going to be a long 4 more, but it's always refreshing to be reminded of the reason why I'm here at all. The reason why I came, and of what I always told myself I love so much. It's refreshing to remember that I actually do love it.
p.s. Provence pictures to be posted as soon as I get internet or take my laptop to a wifi spot. Sorry for such the delay!
posted by Becky @ 12:10 PM
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