End of paid vacation
My weeks of paid vacation are at an end; duh duh dahhhhhh; and only one more week of work. Soon my parents will be coming in order to help me pack up my belongings and slowly head back home, traveling...
But you might ask what did Emily do over her last vacation? Funny you should ask.
So as customary every 6 weeks in France at school they have 2 weeks off. I will just briefly mention that because of terrorism and other unforseen circumstances this year several friends and family were unable to come visit. This was the case for the 1st week of my spring break, so for several days I honestly did absolutely NOTHING. Which in a way is very nice. However the days that followed were jammed pack with action, basically I should have made a video it was that good.
Thursday: Guests for breakfast and lunch, left for afternoon field service, cycling class until 9pm, dinner, decide to go to Brugge tommorrow, pack lunch, buy train tickets, sleep
Friday: Wake up at 5:00 no time for breakfast, bike to the train station, hop on train for Lille and meet Allison, hop on train to Kortrijk, hop on train to Brugge, walk into town and make it in time for the legends walking tour at 9:45, get waffle and beer voucher, eat our lunch in front of a bunch of swans, get a hot chocolate, go in search of waffles and chocolate, stumble across the diamond museum-> educate ourselves, try some free chocolate samples at each store but dont buy anything, find the best waffles in Brugge with amazing coffee, take off our coats and enjoy the nice unexpected weather, talk about life, find the best bar in Brugge->use the beer voucher, Emily decides to get another Brugge beer because it looks good ->bad idea there is only waffle in my stomach, the search is on for some famous fries with spicy sauce, got the fries walked to the train station, train to kortrijk, train to lille, train to St amand, bike home, arrive 10:30.
(you might think I would have been intelligent and choose not to wear myself out because I am yet again going to have some decetly busy days ahead)
Saturday:
Guests from the USA! Wha hooo! (this girl did not get groceries for the past couple of days)
7:00 wake up and bike to the grocery store
8:00 push ahead in the line of 40 ever ready carts waiting for the signal to go
8:45 after the fastest french shopping spree ever arrive in time to be picked up by Stephano to pick guests up from the train station in Lille
9:30 Guests safely seated in car we drive to Douai
(coffee run)
10:00 Stephano and us guests jog up the stone staircase and he begins playing, kingdom melodies oh yeah. We eat pastries and listen to him play
12:00 We drive home Lucia sneakily has prepared a huge lunch for us.
2-5:00 Nap time/cooking
7:00 French meeting
9:00 Dinner
Sunday:
We took the train to Lille in the morning because we had a tad bit of time before the Paris-Roubaix in the afternoon. We get into town and head to vieux lille where there is a nice market, along the way I give my own brief tour of la grande place and la veille bourse. We have a coffee at a cafe, shop around a tad, pick up some free samples, and buy some merveilleux. This is all wonderful and great but in reality we are all more excited to see the Paris-Roubaix than anything, we catch our train back and eat a quick lunch at home. A an awesome brother who has already helped me a ton during my stay also offered to drive us to a pavé section of the bike race. For yous that dont know this race its famous for being pretty macho really. The race goes from Paris to Roubaix a town just (Lille/Tourcoing/Roubaix are a trifecta a conglomeration) that is a race enough but the northerners made it even more 'fun' by including sections of old country 'pavé' (cobblestone) roads. Racers get headaches and lose the feeling in their arms after just a few miles. Well José took us to the place to be and we joined the party that is the Paris Roubaix. We had great weather and spent the afternoon yelling like banchees to get hand out souvenirs and cheering on the racers as they kicked dust up in our faces. We claimed two marker signs for the race and headed home to eat our merveilleux and watch the final lap of the race in Roubaix's velodrom on TV.
Monday:
Last day with mi guests. I hurridly packed my own bag and a dinner and we left together for Lille. We walked to the bus stop and waited and waited until I finally realized, its school vacation the buses dont run very much, ahh. We WALKED to the train station with our luggage made it with time to spare and headed to Lille. I got to introduce them to a very nice restaurant where we had most of it to ourselves because hardly anyone in France eats lunch at 12:00 on the dot. It was nice and relaxing and afterward we made our way to the train station. I saw them off on their train to Paris, rode a bicycle to charge my phone, and made my way for my own little adventure in.....
But you might ask what did Emily do over her last vacation? Funny you should ask.
So as customary every 6 weeks in France at school they have 2 weeks off. I will just briefly mention that because of terrorism and other unforseen circumstances this year several friends and family were unable to come visit. This was the case for the 1st week of my spring break, so for several days I honestly did absolutely NOTHING. Which in a way is very nice. However the days that followed were jammed pack with action, basically I should have made a video it was that good.
Thursday: Guests for breakfast and lunch, left for afternoon field service, cycling class until 9pm, dinner, decide to go to Brugge tommorrow, pack lunch, buy train tickets, sleep
Friday: Wake up at 5:00 no time for breakfast, bike to the train station, hop on train for Lille and meet Allison, hop on train to Kortrijk, hop on train to Brugge, walk into town and make it in time for the legends walking tour at 9:45, get waffle and beer voucher, eat our lunch in front of a bunch of swans, get a hot chocolate, go in search of waffles and chocolate, stumble across the diamond museum-> educate ourselves, try some free chocolate samples at each store but dont buy anything, find the best waffles in Brugge with amazing coffee, take off our coats and enjoy the nice unexpected weather, talk about life, find the best bar in Brugge->use the beer voucher, Emily decides to get another Brugge beer because it looks good ->bad idea there is only waffle in my stomach, the search is on for some famous fries with spicy sauce, got the fries walked to the train station, train to kortrijk, train to lille, train to St amand, bike home, arrive 10:30.
(you might think I would have been intelligent and choose not to wear myself out because I am yet again going to have some decetly busy days ahead)
Saturday:
Guests from the USA! Wha hooo! (this girl did not get groceries for the past couple of days)
7:00 wake up and bike to the grocery store
8:00 push ahead in the line of 40 ever ready carts waiting for the signal to go
8:45 after the fastest french shopping spree ever arrive in time to be picked up by Stephano to pick guests up from the train station in Lille
9:30 Guests safely seated in car we drive to Douai
(coffee run)
10:00 Stephano and us guests jog up the stone staircase and he begins playing, kingdom melodies oh yeah. We eat pastries and listen to him play
12:00 We drive home Lucia sneakily has prepared a huge lunch for us.
2-5:00 Nap time/cooking
7:00 French meeting
9:00 Dinner
Sunday:
We took the train to Lille in the morning because we had a tad bit of time before the Paris-Roubaix in the afternoon. We get into town and head to vieux lille where there is a nice market, along the way I give my own brief tour of la grande place and la veille bourse. We have a coffee at a cafe, shop around a tad, pick up some free samples, and buy some merveilleux. This is all wonderful and great but in reality we are all more excited to see the Paris-Roubaix than anything, we catch our train back and eat a quick lunch at home. A an awesome brother who has already helped me a ton during my stay also offered to drive us to a pavé section of the bike race. For yous that dont know this race its famous for being pretty macho really. The race goes from Paris to Roubaix a town just (Lille/Tourcoing/Roubaix are a trifecta a conglomeration) that is a race enough but the northerners made it even more 'fun' by including sections of old country 'pavé' (cobblestone) roads. Racers get headaches and lose the feeling in their arms after just a few miles. Well José took us to the place to be and we joined the party that is the Paris Roubaix. We had great weather and spent the afternoon yelling like banchees to get hand out souvenirs and cheering on the racers as they kicked dust up in our faces. We claimed two marker signs for the race and headed home to eat our merveilleux and watch the final lap of the race in Roubaix's velodrom on TV.
Monday:
Last day with mi guests. I hurridly packed my own bag and a dinner and we left together for Lille. We walked to the bus stop and waited and waited until I finally realized, its school vacation the buses dont run very much, ahh. We WALKED to the train station with our luggage made it with time to spare and headed to Lille. I got to introduce them to a very nice restaurant where we had most of it to ourselves because hardly anyone in France eats lunch at 12:00 on the dot. It was nice and relaxing and afterward we made our way to the train station. I saw them off on their train to Paris, rode a bicycle to charge my phone, and made my way for my own little adventure in.....
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