20.10.07
14.10.07
4.10.07
So now what?
Last thursday I boarded a plane in Berlin at 06:30 and began a 27 hour journey home. I was the lucky one, because I made it home in that time, and Mindy missed her last connection in Salt Lake City (the one we were supposed to meet on) which also happened to be the last flight to Billings, and she had to sleep over night in the airport. Of course, flying standby, she was prepared for this possibility and had researched http://sleepinginairports.com/ .
Vilnius was beautiful, Warsaw was also really pretty, once we got there. Anyway, we spent our last few days in Berlin, our current favorite European city. Mindy was sick and I was tired, but we had some of the best weather we'd seen over the month and got out to walk and have a last look around. Berlin is really great. Really. The last night we had to switch hostels, and ended up at the same place that our friend Pete, the hostel guy, was staying. He took us across town and we had dinner together at Houdini, which seemed appropriate since MIndy has been playing at being a magician all month. We had a lovely time, and were really sad to say goodbye to our friend. But, we made it home, everything is fine, and we are now trying to decide what to do next. I am looking for work and Mindy is looking for a future. I think I will keep up this blog, once I am a little less tired and begin remembering things that were interesting. Until then I will be updating my resume, looking for jobs, and researching ways to get to China...
Vilnius was beautiful, Warsaw was also really pretty, once we got there. Anyway, we spent our last few days in Berlin, our current favorite European city. Mindy was sick and I was tired, but we had some of the best weather we'd seen over the month and got out to walk and have a last look around. Berlin is really great. Really. The last night we had to switch hostels, and ended up at the same place that our friend Pete, the hostel guy, was staying. He took us across town and we had dinner together at Houdini, which seemed appropriate since MIndy has been playing at being a magician all month. We had a lovely time, and were really sad to say goodbye to our friend. But, we made it home, everything is fine, and we are now trying to decide what to do next. I am looking for work and Mindy is looking for a future. I think I will keep up this blog, once I am a little less tired and begin remembering things that were interesting. Until then I will be updating my resume, looking for jobs, and researching ways to get to China...
16.9.07
Estonia, because it sounds cool to say Estonia
Ok, shoes still gone. But I no longer think Prague is the most beautiful city in the world (no I really do...at least out of those I have seen). Tallinn, however, has given Prague a run for its money. If it doesn't win the most beautiful city prize, it comes in at a close second, at least in Europe. This has been confirmed by people who have been many more places than I have.
So, yeah, we are in Estonia, and tomorrow to Helsinki for the day. Wednesday we fly to Lithuania for a couple of days in Vilnius. It's cold and rainy, but otherwise ok. I wish we could get in one sunny day though, because the rain is getting us down and we are taking it out on each other.
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We went from Tallinn to Vilnius and it was just as beautiful and lovely to walk around. We arrived in the evening, a warm and sunny evening, just as the sun was going down only to wake up to another rainy day and one of our roommates telling me about how hot it was the day before. We walked around, took in the sights and many pictures and then readied ourselves to leave yesterday for Warsaw. Of course, after paying a deposit for our room here, we woke up to find Vilnius sunny and spent a warm sunny day on the train traveling south. It looks ok outside today, though, as we ready ourselves to see Warsaw before returning, yet again, to Berlin.
The Baltics were a good experience. The cities are beautiful, and having spent most of our time in the Old Cities of each place, we were immersed in the pre-communist history, though everywhere you go you hear and read about the Communist occupation. Riga was the only place that still seemed Soviet to me, but we moslty walked the tourist tracks everywhere, so that probably isn't a fair summary. It has been equally interesting being in places iwth no knowledge of the language and not being able to figure out words from looking at them or hearing them a few times. But many, if not most, people speak English making it infinitely easier to get around and order food etc. I haev a new appreciation for having been born an English speaker. Not speaking other languages isn't a fault that only Americans have, but the real story is that Englsih is the default langauage for everyone. Russians travel to France or Germany, and they speak English instead of the local language. Estonians speak English nearly perfectly, becuase it allows travel so much easier. I still really want to learn another language well, French (a new goal) and Chinese, but I appreciate that speaking English allows me to travel so much easier.
We are heading back to Berlin, and probably home in the next couple of weeks. The American dollar is weak everywhere right now, and we have exhausted the places that Mindy hasn't been already without the need visas. So it won't be long now, but it has been a long few months for me, and regardless of occassionally sleeping in, I am tired, though satisfied.
I did the count yesterday, and I have visited 7 new countries, so I'm almost to 30 countries before I turn 30, which isn't that far away.
Love, amy
So, yeah, we are in Estonia, and tomorrow to Helsinki for the day. Wednesday we fly to Lithuania for a couple of days in Vilnius. It's cold and rainy, but otherwise ok. I wish we could get in one sunny day though, because the rain is getting us down and we are taking it out on each other.
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We went from Tallinn to Vilnius and it was just as beautiful and lovely to walk around. We arrived in the evening, a warm and sunny evening, just as the sun was going down only to wake up to another rainy day and one of our roommates telling me about how hot it was the day before. We walked around, took in the sights and many pictures and then readied ourselves to leave yesterday for Warsaw. Of course, after paying a deposit for our room here, we woke up to find Vilnius sunny and spent a warm sunny day on the train traveling south. It looks ok outside today, though, as we ready ourselves to see Warsaw before returning, yet again, to Berlin.
The Baltics were a good experience. The cities are beautiful, and having spent most of our time in the Old Cities of each place, we were immersed in the pre-communist history, though everywhere you go you hear and read about the Communist occupation. Riga was the only place that still seemed Soviet to me, but we moslty walked the tourist tracks everywhere, so that probably isn't a fair summary. It has been equally interesting being in places iwth no knowledge of the language and not being able to figure out words from looking at them or hearing them a few times. But many, if not most, people speak English making it infinitely easier to get around and order food etc. I haev a new appreciation for having been born an English speaker. Not speaking other languages isn't a fault that only Americans have, but the real story is that Englsih is the default langauage for everyone. Russians travel to France or Germany, and they speak English instead of the local language. Estonians speak English nearly perfectly, becuase it allows travel so much easier. I still really want to learn another language well, French (a new goal) and Chinese, but I appreciate that speaking English allows me to travel so much easier.
We are heading back to Berlin, and probably home in the next couple of weeks. The American dollar is weak everywhere right now, and we have exhausted the places that Mindy hasn't been already without the need visas. So it won't be long now, but it has been a long few months for me, and regardless of occassionally sleeping in, I am tired, though satisfied.
I did the count yesterday, and I have visited 7 new countries, so I'm almost to 30 countries before I turn 30, which isn't that far away.
Love, amy
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11.9.07
Update
Mindy and I are back in Berlin for the day, and we leave in the morning for Riga, Latvia. From there we will head north to Tallinn, Estonia, then maybe hit Helsiki. We might then head back south to Lithuania, or we may catch a cheap flight from Helsinki to London, crash with Nat for a day then go to Istanbul or Reykjavik. I really want to make it to Turkey, but come on, who doesn't want to go to Reykjavik?
We spent the last few days in Prague. It was a lovely city, very pretty, though rainy and cold. We walked all over, took a ton of pictures, went to the Museum of Communism and the Mucha art museum, which was small but awesome and educational. We also met a friend of mine in Prague for an afternoon and coffee, which was lovely, though sad to say goodbye once again.
We almost missed our train back to Germany, after arriving with about 15 minutes to find our train only to find that we were at the wrong station. We jumped on the metro, and three stops later we made it where we were supposed to be with just minutes to spare. We felt very good at life at that moment.
Once in Dresden, we walked through the rain only to find that our booking hadn't gone through and that we had no where to stay. After becoming very confused about how to buy metro/tram tickets, eating a chocolate crossaint, and generally feeling bad at life, we decided to head back to our familiar European home, Berlin. We got back, we ate microwave chinese food in a restaurant (who knew that was a thing?) then we met Pete back at the hostel for a fascinating conversation about polo shirts, super powers, crappy magic tricks, and bottled water (it's just so bad for the environment.)
Today, we went back to Checkpoint Charlie, took in the museum, and stepped back onto the sidewalk just in time for a small and somewhat informal memorial service of September 11th. Now we are wandering once again in the city, and may go see Harry Potter 5 in English in an hour or so.
Alas, my eyes are tired from staring at this screen, so I'm done here. More news later, perhaps when something interesting happens. All is well, though, and we hardly fight at all. Rest assured, we'll both make it home, just maybe not together...
amy and mindy
We spent the last few days in Prague. It was a lovely city, very pretty, though rainy and cold. We walked all over, took a ton of pictures, went to the Museum of Communism and the Mucha art museum, which was small but awesome and educational. We also met a friend of mine in Prague for an afternoon and coffee, which was lovely, though sad to say goodbye once again.
We almost missed our train back to Germany, after arriving with about 15 minutes to find our train only to find that we were at the wrong station. We jumped on the metro, and three stops later we made it where we were supposed to be with just minutes to spare. We felt very good at life at that moment.
Once in Dresden, we walked through the rain only to find that our booking hadn't gone through and that we had no where to stay. After becoming very confused about how to buy metro/tram tickets, eating a chocolate crossaint, and generally feeling bad at life, we decided to head back to our familiar European home, Berlin. We got back, we ate microwave chinese food in a restaurant (who knew that was a thing?) then we met Pete back at the hostel for a fascinating conversation about polo shirts, super powers, crappy magic tricks, and bottled water (it's just so bad for the environment.)
Today, we went back to Checkpoint Charlie, took in the museum, and stepped back onto the sidewalk just in time for a small and somewhat informal memorial service of September 11th. Now we are wandering once again in the city, and may go see Harry Potter 5 in English in an hour or so.
Alas, my eyes are tired from staring at this screen, so I'm done here. More news later, perhaps when something interesting happens. All is well, though, and we hardly fight at all. Rest assured, we'll both make it home, just maybe not together...
amy and mindy
4.9.07
Final thoughts on camp and what's new
Well, camp ended on September 1st. I am not sure what day that was, or what day today is. My days before were not Monday through Sunday, but rather American Athletics Day, Wild West Day, Mystery and Magic Day. And now that those labels cease to exist, I am sure that I will find Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday again, but in sleeping, riding trains, and drinking coffee, I have yet to do so.
Camp ended sadly, quietly, and not without a real sense of relief. I was so tired at the end and something I didn't know was possible happened, my patience gave out. My patience for the kids, for the misunderstandings, for mistakes, for long days, finally ran thin and snapped. I will admit, I even cried one day, from frustration, from being provoked, and somehow, from the unexpected good behavior of one young Bart Meow. I only cried a little on the last day as we said goodbye to the kids, but I held many crying children, a little sad to leave us and really sad to leave each other. After they all left, I sat on the sidewalk and I cried about saying goodbye, and I remembered every farewell day from the beginning of summer, and I was suddenly really sad that the whole thing was over. Not sad enough to want it to continue, but just a mourning that the experience was finished. Life at Tour de Buis was a surreal experience of strangers, French children, bad coffee, orange slugs, bad singing, and being loud. I didn't know I could be so loud. But it was a good one, one I learned a lot from, and I had so much fun with the kids that I am sad it is over. I wouldn't have said this a week ago, but today I think I can honestly say that I would do it again, and I would do it better next time, as is always the case.
Anyway, I find myself back in Berlin for the third time this year. The beginning of September, much like the beginning February, is a gray and rainy time here, but I feel at home in this part of the city. I recognize things, I know where to go to find certain things, when I got off the train at the Zoo station, I knew exactly where to find the hostel, and since Mindy didn't in fact meet me at the station, I knew where to check in and found her in our room still in bed, but awake and waiting for me. I have been drinking coffee in large to-go containers, more coffee at one time than I had the entire time I was France, since France doesn't believe in large coffees or coffee to-go. I miss France already, and I spoke with two French guys in Paris at the train station while waiting for my train to Berlin the other night about half in French. I think with a few more months in France, and some concentrated effort, I could speak basic French and get around alright, and I really want that right now, though I don't have that opportunity. But I suppose this just goes to prove, that all things are possible.
I am with Mindy now, and we are going to go sightseeing. I am about out of credit, so I am closing this for now. Things are good, and I am sorry this is long but says nothing. More details later, and once I figure out how to do it, more pictures too.
Love you and miss you, but happy to still be here...amy (no longer ck)
Camp ended sadly, quietly, and not without a real sense of relief. I was so tired at the end and something I didn't know was possible happened, my patience gave out. My patience for the kids, for the misunderstandings, for mistakes, for long days, finally ran thin and snapped. I will admit, I even cried one day, from frustration, from being provoked, and somehow, from the unexpected good behavior of one young Bart Meow. I only cried a little on the last day as we said goodbye to the kids, but I held many crying children, a little sad to leave us and really sad to leave each other. After they all left, I sat on the sidewalk and I cried about saying goodbye, and I remembered every farewell day from the beginning of summer, and I was suddenly really sad that the whole thing was over. Not sad enough to want it to continue, but just a mourning that the experience was finished. Life at Tour de Buis was a surreal experience of strangers, French children, bad coffee, orange slugs, bad singing, and being loud. I didn't know I could be so loud. But it was a good one, one I learned a lot from, and I had so much fun with the kids that I am sad it is over. I wouldn't have said this a week ago, but today I think I can honestly say that I would do it again, and I would do it better next time, as is always the case.
Anyway, I find myself back in Berlin for the third time this year. The beginning of September, much like the beginning February, is a gray and rainy time here, but I feel at home in this part of the city. I recognize things, I know where to go to find certain things, when I got off the train at the Zoo station, I knew exactly where to find the hostel, and since Mindy didn't in fact meet me at the station, I knew where to check in and found her in our room still in bed, but awake and waiting for me. I have been drinking coffee in large to-go containers, more coffee at one time than I had the entire time I was France, since France doesn't believe in large coffees or coffee to-go. I miss France already, and I spoke with two French guys in Paris at the train station while waiting for my train to Berlin the other night about half in French. I think with a few more months in France, and some concentrated effort, I could speak basic French and get around alright, and I really want that right now, though I don't have that opportunity. But I suppose this just goes to prove, that all things are possible.
I am with Mindy now, and we are going to go sightseeing. I am about out of credit, so I am closing this for now. Things are good, and I am sorry this is long but says nothing. More details later, and once I figure out how to do it, more pictures too.
Love you and miss you, but happy to still be here...amy (no longer ck)
A few more pictures from camp
Ck as a Frankenstein with the Draculas, the Mummies, the Medusas, and the Werewolves.
Ck and Fry in Vienne
Ck and Julia Roberts on Farewell day of third session.
19.8.07
News from camp...well not really
Sooo, I know, you've heard it before: more details later, more stories later, more emails later. I've heard it all before from friends living or traveling abroad, and I've said it all before here. But I never get around to it. And when it comes down to it, blogs are just stories, and stories are just words, and I have been so tired the last month that I have no words left at the end of the day.
Fatigue. I am tired in a way that I have never experienced. I am so tired. I have a love-hate relationship with this job. I love the kids, hate the loudness. I love the teaching, hate the low levels of English when it comes to conversing with the children. I love dinner time with the families, hate the food. The weather is good here, despite the wind (my least favorite kind of weather). Does everything come down to good vs. bad?
As this last session begins, I find that I don't sleep enough, and that there is no way for me to sleep more. I do not find enough time during the day to hear my own thoughts, to organize my own ideas, but I am always volunteering to do something else or help someone out. And at the end of the day when I should be organizing my lesson plans, or discussing ideas with another counselor, all the thoughts I have lining out during the day to save for later are gone from my mind, replaced with a heavy blankness that I cannot break through. So this entry is not news, but rather a rambling self-reflection on time spent working here and hope for the future two weeks and then the next two months.
I have always considered myself a patient person, but this experience has taught me that patience wear thin and fatigue doesn't help that. Also, however, I have learned an increased self awareness, because these kids (though a contributing factor) are not the cause of my tirednes and so they shouldn't be subject to the impatience that my fatigue causes. That being said, it is more difficult to connect with the kids in these later sessions.
After being here for over three months, and working most everyday with 55 children, as well as 13 counselors from all over the world with very different backgrounds, personalities and levels of English, I feel a simultaneous sense of relief and regret that this part of my life is coming to a close. I stand in front of a room of 60 people telling stories, acting in skits, singing loudly to songs I don't know or don't like, and I find that I have gained many skills that will benefit me long after, even if I never repeat living or teaching in summer camp. I do the same things over and over again, and I feel both grateful and annoyed at the repetition. I want to tell stories of some of the great kids I have met, but feel the stories will be lacking when outside of the context of living life at Tour de Buis. I want to explain about how days off are spent in the neighboring towns and cities, about the walks I have taken or the conversations I have had, and although there is great value to me from all of them, there just aren't enough words to set the stage for the stories in order to accurately represent the context and then the values I gain from them. Suffice it say, kids are smart, but in another language it is difficult to fully appreciate. Kids are loud and annoying and so ready to break rules, but also willing (even if grudgingly) to stay within set boundaries. I am much louder than I ever knew, and more capable of silliness. I have learned that there is no line that we cross to become grown-ups, but we become them in the presence of children that must be cared for, and so being in charge of children or even a parent isn't always matter of experience or being ready, and more a matter of necessity. I pick up spiders and remove from the tents without batting an eye for the kids, when without them I might scream just as they do. I am so annoyed by the kids sometimes, but I still find great joy from being with and getting to know them.
I hope to be more specific here in the future, when I have had time to reflect and more energy to type. For now there are no more words and so I leave it, at 1 am, tired and incomplete. Mostly this is proof that I have survived, that I am tired but still alive, and one last promise for new and better news in the future. Only time will tell if I am successful to that end. However, you can always look forward to more pictures of my silliness; somehow there is no end to photographs of that.
Fatigue. I am tired in a way that I have never experienced. I am so tired. I have a love-hate relationship with this job. I love the kids, hate the loudness. I love the teaching, hate the low levels of English when it comes to conversing with the children. I love dinner time with the families, hate the food. The weather is good here, despite the wind (my least favorite kind of weather). Does everything come down to good vs. bad?
As this last session begins, I find that I don't sleep enough, and that there is no way for me to sleep more. I do not find enough time during the day to hear my own thoughts, to organize my own ideas, but I am always volunteering to do something else or help someone out. And at the end of the day when I should be organizing my lesson plans, or discussing ideas with another counselor, all the thoughts I have lining out during the day to save for later are gone from my mind, replaced with a heavy blankness that I cannot break through. So this entry is not news, but rather a rambling self-reflection on time spent working here and hope for the future two weeks and then the next two months.
I have always considered myself a patient person, but this experience has taught me that patience wear thin and fatigue doesn't help that. Also, however, I have learned an increased self awareness, because these kids (though a contributing factor) are not the cause of my tirednes and so they shouldn't be subject to the impatience that my fatigue causes. That being said, it is more difficult to connect with the kids in these later sessions.
After being here for over three months, and working most everyday with 55 children, as well as 13 counselors from all over the world with very different backgrounds, personalities and levels of English, I feel a simultaneous sense of relief and regret that this part of my life is coming to a close. I stand in front of a room of 60 people telling stories, acting in skits, singing loudly to songs I don't know or don't like, and I find that I have gained many skills that will benefit me long after, even if I never repeat living or teaching in summer camp. I do the same things over and over again, and I feel both grateful and annoyed at the repetition. I want to tell stories of some of the great kids I have met, but feel the stories will be lacking when outside of the context of living life at Tour de Buis. I want to explain about how days off are spent in the neighboring towns and cities, about the walks I have taken or the conversations I have had, and although there is great value to me from all of them, there just aren't enough words to set the stage for the stories in order to accurately represent the context and then the values I gain from them. Suffice it say, kids are smart, but in another language it is difficult to fully appreciate. Kids are loud and annoying and so ready to break rules, but also willing (even if grudgingly) to stay within set boundaries. I am much louder than I ever knew, and more capable of silliness. I have learned that there is no line that we cross to become grown-ups, but we become them in the presence of children that must be cared for, and so being in charge of children or even a parent isn't always matter of experience or being ready, and more a matter of necessity. I pick up spiders and remove from the tents without batting an eye for the kids, when without them I might scream just as they do. I am so annoyed by the kids sometimes, but I still find great joy from being with and getting to know them.
I hope to be more specific here in the future, when I have had time to reflect and more energy to type. For now there are no more words and so I leave it, at 1 am, tired and incomplete. Mostly this is proof that I have survived, that I am tired but still alive, and one last promise for new and better news in the future. Only time will tell if I am successful to that end. However, you can always look forward to more pictures of my silliness; somehow there is no end to photographs of that.
15.8.07
More Pictures...
Flip flop, Nutella, Ursula, Ck, Beyonce, Bridgette, Boo, and Truck Driver at the Boom.
Ck with Sawyer, Homer, Johnny, and Matthew at the Boom.
The twins from first session: Spiderman and Bugs Bunny.
+Amy in a tiny elevator in Lyon.
Ck and Nutella mmm mmm mmm at the Boom.
10.8.07
31.7.07
19.7.07
Paulo in the sky with diamonds
Brief:
First session over. CK cried when the kids left, especially Bugs Bunny and Spiderman, though they were little terrors the entire two weeks. ESL class sucked two weeks straight; the food might actually be getting worse. Amy is exhausted. Lyon may be the prettiest French city I have seen yet. Amy is even more tired now. Soup and Twinkle switched sites after the two days off, a last minute change in the schedule.
At length:
After a tiring but fun two weeks living life in summer camp, we gratefully, though in some cases tearfully, put the children into their parents' cars or onto the bus and said goodbye. The kids were a really good group to start the summer off with, even if they didn't always appreciate our efforts to entertain them. Many of them were very sweet, and I was sorry to see them go. Of course, with ten minutes of silence after the last one left, all thoughts of wishing they were around dissapated. Two hours after that, five of us, a guitar, and two giant suitcases somehow fit into Bauer's (our director) tiny French car and drove the hour to Lyon. We had a picnic outside until after dark, then walked to the river and sat on the steps under a bridge and hung out until early in the morning. The next day was Bastille Day and we returned to the same stairs along with half the city to watch the fireworks. Paulo in the sky with diamonds...that's what the fireworks looked like. The ooohing and aaahing reminds me that a nice fireworks display still impresses people of all ages. I met several counselors from another site and saw Batman again to say goodbye. We drove back to Tour de Buis the following evening and I was not rested at all to start the new session. Alas, tired again. Still tired? Something like this.
First session over. CK cried when the kids left, especially Bugs Bunny and Spiderman, though they were little terrors the entire two weeks. ESL class sucked two weeks straight; the food might actually be getting worse. Amy is exhausted. Lyon may be the prettiest French city I have seen yet. Amy is even more tired now. Soup and Twinkle switched sites after the two days off, a last minute change in the schedule.
At length:
After a tiring but fun two weeks living life in summer camp, we gratefully, though in some cases tearfully, put the children into their parents' cars or onto the bus and said goodbye. The kids were a really good group to start the summer off with, even if they didn't always appreciate our efforts to entertain them. Many of them were very sweet, and I was sorry to see them go. Of course, with ten minutes of silence after the last one left, all thoughts of wishing they were around dissapated. Two hours after that, five of us, a guitar, and two giant suitcases somehow fit into Bauer's (our director) tiny French car and drove the hour to Lyon. We had a picnic outside until after dark, then walked to the river and sat on the steps under a bridge and hung out until early in the morning. The next day was Bastille Day and we returned to the same stairs along with half the city to watch the fireworks. Paulo in the sky with diamonds...that's what the fireworks looked like. The ooohing and aaahing reminds me that a nice fireworks display still impresses people of all ages. I met several counselors from another site and saw Batman again to say goodbye. We drove back to Tour de Buis the following evening and I was not rested at all to start the new session. Alas, tired again. Still tired? Something like this.
9.7.07
Pictures from camp
outside tour de buis at sunset...
warm down with soup and carcass. yes, i play the tambourine.
with spritz on Mount Segur
Tour de Buis picnic
looging with spritz at Mount D'Olmes
hiking at Mt. D'Olmes
Monopoly, coming down Mount Segur, Counselor Boom in backstage clothes
30.6.07
Life at Tour (de Buis)
I will write in more detail later, but this is just a quick note to assure that I am still alive and well. Three weeks of spring session were fun, and summer session starts today. We have been preparing for the last three days, so the days have been long and stretched out, but productive. I have been coloring a lot, which I love. I am teaching again this session, and looking forward to it. I like all the counselors here at the new site, so it should be a fun couple of weeks. It is a bit strange adjusting to camp names again, since at BAFA we were going by our real names, mostly. I am starting to feel like I have multiple personalities; CK and Amy are not the same person, and since camp hasn't started yet I have been both all week.
BAFA training was an interesting experience last week. It was an excericise both in being a camper and a counselor. More on this later.
I got to my new site on Tuesday after spending a relaxing three days in Bordeaux. The new site, Tour de Buis, is known as the best camp food in Amvil (American Village). Regardless, I am sick of camp food already. It isn't bad, but it's repetitious and mostly prepackaged or canned, which I hate. I would stop eating entirely, but we have to try everything just like the kids, so it will be two months of bad food. Small portions is key here. On the upside, there is a wonderful automatic coffee maker which we have access to at all time of the day. What a perk!
I have some pictures I will post when I have some extra time too. A child stole my memory card on the last night of last session, which was disappointing, but I think I had most of the good pictures off of it already, and others have taken many pictures as well.
Well, that's all for now. Hope this finds everyone well; email when you have time. Signing off - CK
BAFA training was an interesting experience last week. It was an excericise both in being a camper and a counselor. More on this later.
I got to my new site on Tuesday after spending a relaxing three days in Bordeaux. The new site, Tour de Buis, is known as the best camp food in Amvil (American Village). Regardless, I am sick of camp food already. It isn't bad, but it's repetitious and mostly prepackaged or canned, which I hate. I would stop eating entirely, but we have to try everything just like the kids, so it will be two months of bad food. Small portions is key here. On the upside, there is a wonderful automatic coffee maker which we have access to at all time of the day. What a perk!
I have some pictures I will post when I have some extra time too. A child stole my memory card on the last night of last session, which was disappointing, but I think I had most of the good pictures off of it already, and others have taken many pictures as well.
Well, that's all for now. Hope this finds everyone well; email when you have time. Signing off - CK
3.6.07
My first week...
I have finished my first week here at the American Village camp in Mt. D'Olmes. High in the Pyrenees mountains, the weather has been unpredictable at best. It snowed on Monday, we have fog daily and at any given time of day, though a little sunshine has made it's way through as well. An english immersion camp, it's hard to tell how much the kids understand. We have two hours of English class in the morning, and the rest of the day is left to entertainment and activities. As counselors, we spend a lot of time dressing up and jumping around, singing songs, and attempting to keep the kids' attention, which isn't always easy. The group (of 52 kids) that we had last week is apparently the worst group that any of the veteran counselors have ever seen. It was definitely difficult to keep them from going wild and being loud, but if that is as bad as it gets, then I have hope for the summer. I was just getting to know and like the kids when we had to send them away. A few of the kids cried, they all wanted us to take their pictures, or take ours, and we finally got them all onto the bus. Doing one last cheer for them to watch through the windows, we waved cheerfully (knowing wine was waiting for us indoors to toast their departure) when suddenly a very big noise sounded from the other side of the bus...a tire had blown. All the kids filed back inside. We weren't sure what to do because technically we weren't working anymore, nor did we have to entertain or help the teachers, but in order to keep our own sanity we jumped in and attempted to keep them entertained and organized. We played some loud music a while for dancing, and let them play games in the snack area. Five hours later, we again put them on the bus and held our breaths until they made it onto the road. A cheer sounded throughout camp as we waved after them, no longer feeling sad at their departure.
Yesterday, a French guy (our director, but he didn't take us as our director, just as a French guy) took us to a castle on top of a mountain. It was beautiful and we got a history lesson on the last battle of the Cathars and saw the field where the almost 300 Cathars were burned at the stake after refusing to renounce their beliefs.
Today the new counselors arrived, and they are all veterans, which makes both Spritz and I feel a little better, since we are still new. I am not sure I can do this again this week, but once everything starts, things begin moving so fast there is really no time to think about how idiotic we are acting. It is so out of my nature to be gregarious that I am struggling with the bulk of the work for this job, but I am really enjoying the ESL teaching. The rest of it just kind of happens, and again, I hope the summer goes fast. I think ultimately it will be a good experience to have had, though not one I will want to repeat.
The camp is beautiful though, and while working, the kids are fun. Remember to email me with any news, or any non-news. I get the chance to check my email often and would love to hear all or anything that is happening with everyone outside of this camp. It is good to have news of the real world, especially since it is so surreal being here. It really is one big act, nothing real at all, so hearing about the real lives of real people would be a nice change from time to time.
Yesterday, a French guy (our director, but he didn't take us as our director, just as a French guy) took us to a castle on top of a mountain. It was beautiful and we got a history lesson on the last battle of the Cathars and saw the field where the almost 300 Cathars were burned at the stake after refusing to renounce their beliefs.
Today the new counselors arrived, and they are all veterans, which makes both Spritz and I feel a little better, since we are still new. I am not sure I can do this again this week, but once everything starts, things begin moving so fast there is really no time to think about how idiotic we are acting. It is so out of my nature to be gregarious that I am struggling with the bulk of the work for this job, but I am really enjoying the ESL teaching. The rest of it just kind of happens, and again, I hope the summer goes fast. I think ultimately it will be a good experience to have had, though not one I will want to repeat.
The camp is beautiful though, and while working, the kids are fun. Remember to email me with any news, or any non-news. I get the chance to check my email often and would love to hear all or anything that is happening with everyone outside of this camp. It is good to have news of the real world, especially since it is so surreal being here. It really is one big act, nothing real at all, so hearing about the real lives of real people would be a nice change from time to time.
27.5.07
At summer camp
Well, I arrived in Foix yesterday and was picked up by the site director and driven up into a fog shrouded mountain to the summer camp where I wil begin my job tomorrow. I am a little nervous about it now that I am here, because it is going to be a time intensive job and there is a pretty specific schedule to follow, which I have only a vague understanding of. I think the first week will be a bit rocky, and then hopefully I will settle into the swing of it and enjoy hanging out with the kids.
All the other counselors seem pretty nice so far. There are three Canadians, two Americans, an English woman, and yesterday there was a French guy, but he left this morning for another camp. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so far, and also have offered help in settling in. I found the coffee pot this morning and made coffee straight away, so I am feeling alright so far.
My week in London was uneventful, but relaxing. It was nice spending a bit more time with Nat there, and I really like the area of London that she lives in. It was rainy most of the time I was there, but the sun broke through a couple of times. By the time I got to Toulouse, late on Tuesday night, I was used to the cooler weather and when I ventured into the center the next day I was completely unprepared for the heat wave that hit me. I walked around the center for a while, going in and out of stores for the air conditioning, and finally I found a shady place in the park to rest a while. My hotel was a twenty minute bus ride from the center, or an hour walk, so going back to change wasn't really an option. But I dressed more appropriately the next two days and got a little more sun on my still white legs, so they aren't such a shocking difference compared to my very brown arms and face.
Toulouse is the 5th largest city in France and it is called the pink city because of the distinctive color of brick used to build many of the buildings. One of the things that is nice about most of Europe, especially the larger cities, is how international the populations tend to be, and Toulouse is no exception. There were a ton of people around at every time of day, including tourists, many of them French. In the morning on the main road into the center, the sidewalks were lined with food markets stretching for several blocks. There were flowers, vegetebals, all kinds of fruits, and of course fresh meats and cheeses. The guy who runs the hotel I stayed at said that there is a restuarant in one of the buildings on that street that is only open for lunch and all the meals are prepared using food that comes from that market. Needless to say, it is a popular place to lunch and fills up quickly.
All the other counselors seem pretty nice so far. There are three Canadians, two Americans, an English woman, and yesterday there was a French guy, but he left this morning for another camp. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so far, and also have offered help in settling in. I found the coffee pot this morning and made coffee straight away, so I am feeling alright so far.
My week in London was uneventful, but relaxing. It was nice spending a bit more time with Nat there, and I really like the area of London that she lives in. It was rainy most of the time I was there, but the sun broke through a couple of times. By the time I got to Toulouse, late on Tuesday night, I was used to the cooler weather and when I ventured into the center the next day I was completely unprepared for the heat wave that hit me. I walked around the center for a while, going in and out of stores for the air conditioning, and finally I found a shady place in the park to rest a while. My hotel was a twenty minute bus ride from the center, or an hour walk, so going back to change wasn't really an option. But I dressed more appropriately the next two days and got a little more sun on my still white legs, so they aren't such a shocking difference compared to my very brown arms and face.
Toulouse is the 5th largest city in France and it is called the pink city because of the distinctive color of brick used to build many of the buildings. One of the things that is nice about most of Europe, especially the larger cities, is how international the populations tend to be, and Toulouse is no exception. There were a ton of people around at every time of day, including tourists, many of them French. In the morning on the main road into the center, the sidewalks were lined with food markets stretching for several blocks. There were flowers, vegetebals, all kinds of fruits, and of course fresh meats and cheeses. The guy who runs the hotel I stayed at said that there is a restuarant in one of the buildings on that street that is only open for lunch and all the meals are prepared using food that comes from that market. Needless to say, it is a popular place to lunch and fills up quickly.
13.5.07
It's raining in England
Lisbon was great. It felt much more like a big city than Porto, but was pretty and super fun. There was tons going on, and tons of people everywhere. Also, we found a restaurant where we ate a wonderful Portuguese meal and listened to fado, a locally famous type of music. We weren't sure what we were in for, but once we got there and ordered, it started almost immediately. There were three different singers and each got up and sang 3 or 4 songs with one guitarist for the background music. Fado is a loud, melancholy, operatic kind of song, and it was wonderful. We liked it so much we each bought a cd from each one of the first two professional singers. The last singer was one of the cooks from the restaurant. It was a wonderful evening. We made it back to Porto and spent the afternoon by the waterside before catching our plane back to Marseilles on Sunday night. All of Monday was spent getting retrieving our luggage from the hostel and making it back across town to the train station. Then we took the TGV from Marseilles to Paris. (The TGV recently broke the record for the fastest train in the world at 357 mph.)
Upon arriving in Paris we were met at the train station by Christina and after getting all of our stuff back to the apartment, we went to the steps of Sacre Couer and saw the lights of the whole city from the hill. Despite Jed trying to start a fight, it was nice spending one last night with Justin and Christina. The next day I accompanied all three to Charles De Gaulle to see them off. After a few small issues, and Justin buying an extra bag to distribute the weight out of his gigantic suitcase, everyone made it off ok. So I spent the next three days in Paris alone and staying in Christina's friend's apartment in Montmarte, the neighborhood made famous by the film Amelie. I even shopped at the store highlighted in the film, and had a lovely conversation (albeit a short one) with the guy running the shop.
I wandered around Notre Dame, The Orangerie and the Eiffel tower on Thursday. The Orangerie is a lovely museum with some of Monet's giant Waterlilies paintings exhibited and a lot of other expressionist paintings there. It wasn't open last time I was in Paris, so I was excited to get to see it this time. Then, at the hostel I stayed in my last night in Paris I met a girl from New York state, Kristy, who was super nice and invited me out to hang with her Parisian friends, and it was super fun.
I am now in England with Nat. All of her flatmates are really nice (there are 5 of them, three Brits, an Aussie, and another Kiwi besides Nat). It's been raining since I got here, but I think I will take my chances with the weather tomorrow and go and see some of the sights. London is huge and feels even bigger than Paris. I think that by the time I get back to Toulouse I will be ready for a medium sized city in the south of France, complete with mountains and sunshine.
Upon arriving in Paris we were met at the train station by Christina and after getting all of our stuff back to the apartment, we went to the steps of Sacre Couer and saw the lights of the whole city from the hill. Despite Jed trying to start a fight, it was nice spending one last night with Justin and Christina. The next day I accompanied all three to Charles De Gaulle to see them off. After a few small issues, and Justin buying an extra bag to distribute the weight out of his gigantic suitcase, everyone made it off ok. So I spent the next three days in Paris alone and staying in Christina's friend's apartment in Montmarte, the neighborhood made famous by the film Amelie. I even shopped at the store highlighted in the film, and had a lovely conversation (albeit a short one) with the guy running the shop.
I wandered around Notre Dame, The Orangerie and the Eiffel tower on Thursday. The Orangerie is a lovely museum with some of Monet's giant Waterlilies paintings exhibited and a lot of other expressionist paintings there. It wasn't open last time I was in Paris, so I was excited to get to see it this time. Then, at the hostel I stayed in my last night in Paris I met a girl from New York state, Kristy, who was super nice and invited me out to hang with her Parisian friends, and it was super fun.
I am now in England with Nat. All of her flatmates are really nice (there are 5 of them, three Brits, an Aussie, and another Kiwi besides Nat). It's been raining since I got here, but I think I will take my chances with the weather tomorrow and go and see some of the sights. London is huge and feels even bigger than Paris. I think that by the time I get back to Toulouse I will be ready for a medium sized city in the south of France, complete with mountains and sunshine.
10.5.07
More Pictures...
Lisbon, Porto, Porto, Justin in Lisbon, Amy in Lisbon (notice the short hair and big glasses...)
Pictures...
Justin in his class on the last day, Justin and Amy in St. Aff for a picnic on the last day, & Amy, Christina and our friend Liz in Millau...
My Soapbox
I recently heard a statistic that only 15% of Americans have passports, and fewer than that travel abroad with them. I am on month 8 of my total travel abroad experiences, and month 3 of this particular trip (and yes I understand the luxury I have as a young American when I say month 3, though my sister would use the word priority instead of luxury...) and still it's not enough time to see all the things that should be seen, experience all the things that should be experienced in a foreign culture, to learn all that can be learned from other lifestyles and perspectives. We rented a car for a week and saw most of Aveyron, the county I have been living in) and yet when I look at the map of France, I think to myself how little of it I have actually seen.
Perhaps we can really only ever know our homes well, but I think that traveling abroad as an American is an important experience and seeing foreign customs against foreign landscapes with a foreign language being spoken all around gives a new perspective about what is important in life. It's a sad thing about American culture how few Americans travel, but even more sad that so few want to. Traveling abroad is not only a chance to learn about foreign cultures, but to learn more about your own.
It's true that time and time again travelers are subjected to the same questions, especially as Americans: Do you like France? What do you think of the war in Iraq? How do you feel about President Bush? And while this line of questioning happens often, and can become tedious, it helps define one's sense of being an American, and also it makes me realize that we truly are spokespeople for our country, and suddenly it feels even more important to travel and meet foreigners. These conversations also include the line, I know and like Americans, but the government blah blah blah. It is that knowing and liking of Americans, or Frenchmen, or Iraqis, or Turks, or whatever nationality that helps to lessen the gap between cultures. There is no other way to break down the cultural divide which sometimes seems so wide. Jed has said more than once over the past few weeks how much he has come to understand that the French are just people, and people are just people everywhere. This isn't a novel concept, yet it is one which can't be properly understood without being experienced. It's easy to say that the French hate Americans, that they are lazy for shutting everything down for their daily two hour lunch breaks and for not wanting to work more than 35 hours per week. But the truth is, they have different priorities than Americans, and they integrate those priorities (for instance time spent with family) into society at large. Certainly we all have cultural beliefs based from a sense of Nationalism which lead to how we stereotype others, but it isn't often that you come across someone who isn't more interested in meeting and having discussions than they are in condemning you for your nationality. And if the French want you to like their country, it isn't because they feel superior, it is simply because they love it, as much as we love Montana, and even the United States.
Beyond these more academic things, I also believe that being a part of and experiencing something extremely foreign, witnessing another successful lifestyle, has personal advantages as well. American society is far too insular on this point, too full of self-regard, and a good dose of 'foreign travel' is necessary from time to time to keep one's head of the clouds of egocentrism. Is France better than America? Yes and no, and in the opposite ways that America is better than France. It's not about superiority of culture or even lifestyle, it's about the all the pieces making up the whole of the global community. Experiencing other cultures is more than vacation, or even discussion. For me, it's about seeing the world map in my mind's eye as I walk the shores of a river so distant from my own home, seeing the lines I cross on this map by foot, and knowing that no one in the world knows where I am - sometimes not even myself - as I ask myself over and over again, in this foreign land, "Where am I?" Being lost and finding your way out is good for the soul; being lost and learning that lost isn't so bad is good for the soul, and finding out that you were never really lost in the first place is better still.
Perhaps we can really only ever know our homes well, but I think that traveling abroad as an American is an important experience and seeing foreign customs against foreign landscapes with a foreign language being spoken all around gives a new perspective about what is important in life. It's a sad thing about American culture how few Americans travel, but even more sad that so few want to. Traveling abroad is not only a chance to learn about foreign cultures, but to learn more about your own.
It's true that time and time again travelers are subjected to the same questions, especially as Americans: Do you like France? What do you think of the war in Iraq? How do you feel about President Bush? And while this line of questioning happens often, and can become tedious, it helps define one's sense of being an American, and also it makes me realize that we truly are spokespeople for our country, and suddenly it feels even more important to travel and meet foreigners. These conversations also include the line, I know and like Americans, but the government blah blah blah. It is that knowing and liking of Americans, or Frenchmen, or Iraqis, or Turks, or whatever nationality that helps to lessen the gap between cultures. There is no other way to break down the cultural divide which sometimes seems so wide. Jed has said more than once over the past few weeks how much he has come to understand that the French are just people, and people are just people everywhere. This isn't a novel concept, yet it is one which can't be properly understood without being experienced. It's easy to say that the French hate Americans, that they are lazy for shutting everything down for their daily two hour lunch breaks and for not wanting to work more than 35 hours per week. But the truth is, they have different priorities than Americans, and they integrate those priorities (for instance time spent with family) into society at large. Certainly we all have cultural beliefs based from a sense of Nationalism which lead to how we stereotype others, but it isn't often that you come across someone who isn't more interested in meeting and having discussions than they are in condemning you for your nationality. And if the French want you to like their country, it isn't because they feel superior, it is simply because they love it, as much as we love Montana, and even the United States.
Beyond these more academic things, I also believe that being a part of and experiencing something extremely foreign, witnessing another successful lifestyle, has personal advantages as well. American society is far too insular on this point, too full of self-regard, and a good dose of 'foreign travel' is necessary from time to time to keep one's head of the clouds of egocentrism. Is France better than America? Yes and no, and in the opposite ways that America is better than France. It's not about superiority of culture or even lifestyle, it's about the all the pieces making up the whole of the global community. Experiencing other cultures is more than vacation, or even discussion. For me, it's about seeing the world map in my mind's eye as I walk the shores of a river so distant from my own home, seeing the lines I cross on this map by foot, and knowing that no one in the world knows where I am - sometimes not even myself - as I ask myself over and over again, in this foreign land, "Where am I?" Being lost and finding your way out is good for the soul; being lost and learning that lost isn't so bad is good for the soul, and finding out that you were never really lost in the first place is better still.
1.5.07
Port in Porto
Well, we packed up and moved out of the chalet this weekend. Christina and Jed left for Paris on Sunday morning, so I went to St. Aff on Saturday night to stay with Justin, because we didn't leave for Marseilles until Monday afternoon. We had intended leaving on Tuesday, but as today is the first day of May, everything is closed, and we couldn't get a bus out of St. Aff on Tuedsday, and so had to leave classes early and take off on Monday afternoon. May 1st is a worldwide holiday like labor day where people strike, or don't work in order to express worker rights. I don't think it is very prevalent in the U.S. because we have Labor Day later in the year. Anyway, on Monday I went to Justin's last classes with him, and it was again really fun to see all the kids again. We played bingo and gave out prizes. All the prizes were things left over from Justin's apt that he didn' want to pack home or throw away, and included a penny bank in the shape of two smiling bananas, two flurouscent yellow plastic vests, a Casino (the supermarket) teddy bear, and a Casino lanyard. Of course, in the second class 7 out of 9 children got a cover-all bingo at the same time and so we gave away all of the gifts along with two dollars and 50 cents of American money. In all the subsequent classes, because they had heard about the previous prize giving, we gave away one dollar bills, which were pretty much a hit. In the last class we didn't play bingo, but Justin just talked to the class for a few minuutes because we had to leave like 15 minutes early to catch our bus. They had just got an aquarian and they told him that they wanted to name one of their fish after them, and they let him choose the fish. It was very cute. Then we had to grab all of our stuff and run to bus station through the rain. We made it, but just barely.
In Marseilles we had two goals: to eat boullibasse and have my hair cut. I am in Porto, Portugal right now, and happy to say that we accomplished both of these goals. Bouilliabasse is a fish stew famous from the Provence region of Southern France, particularly in Marseilles. It was delicious and I am glad that we found it. We earned it, after walking into the center of town from our hostel (2.5 hours) and searching out a restaurant that was selling it for less that 35 euro. Also, I got my hair cut, causing us to again just barely catch our flight to Porto, but it looks good and is so much easier for traveling than when it was longer. I will probably post a picture at some point, but it is quite similar to the last time I had my hair cut off, for those of you who remember it.
This brings us to Porto. We are so excited to be here still. Last night after getting in, we walked around for a while and saw quite a few cathedrals all lit up. Many of their buildings here are tiled, and they are hideously gaudy and gorgeous at once. I love them. We walked all over Porto today, and by all over I mean that all together we probably spent about 7 hours just walking. But we saw a lot of the city, and disregarding the painful blisters on my feet and the many hills and stairs that we climbed, and then walked down only to climb again, it was beautiful. We made it to the coast and saw the ocean, we spent time in the center where the river goes through town, I got pictures of quite a few bridges, and to wrap things up, we tried Port, which is from Porto and also the thing it is famed for. Never having had it, or even having wanted to try it, it was truly a cultural experience. We went to the museum of Port first to learn about it, and then finally found the recommended cafe to have it. I had mine with chocolate cake, and learned why port is an after dinner drink. It is a sweet, strong, wine served in small amounts and is certainly a slow sipping drink. We really liked it and are glad that we got the chance to try it here in Porto.
Besides that, things have worked our swimmingly for us to go to Lisbon tomorrow, so we are on our way. I am looking forward to more of Portugal. Both Justin and I agree that Portugal is not like anywhere else either of us has ever been. And of course, as always, being here really inspires me to learn the language. It is just close enough to seem easy, and just different enough to seem entirely exotic and beautiful. Perhaps someday I will speak all the languages. I think I would like that, but for now, I guess I will stick to learning the essential words and traveling where I can get.
In Marseilles we had two goals: to eat boullibasse and have my hair cut. I am in Porto, Portugal right now, and happy to say that we accomplished both of these goals. Bouilliabasse is a fish stew famous from the Provence region of Southern France, particularly in Marseilles. It was delicious and I am glad that we found it. We earned it, after walking into the center of town from our hostel (2.5 hours) and searching out a restaurant that was selling it for less that 35 euro. Also, I got my hair cut, causing us to again just barely catch our flight to Porto, but it looks good and is so much easier for traveling than when it was longer. I will probably post a picture at some point, but it is quite similar to the last time I had my hair cut off, for those of you who remember it.
This brings us to Porto. We are so excited to be here still. Last night after getting in, we walked around for a while and saw quite a few cathedrals all lit up. Many of their buildings here are tiled, and they are hideously gaudy and gorgeous at once. I love them. We walked all over Porto today, and by all over I mean that all together we probably spent about 7 hours just walking. But we saw a lot of the city, and disregarding the painful blisters on my feet and the many hills and stairs that we climbed, and then walked down only to climb again, it was beautiful. We made it to the coast and saw the ocean, we spent time in the center where the river goes through town, I got pictures of quite a few bridges, and to wrap things up, we tried Port, which is from Porto and also the thing it is famed for. Never having had it, or even having wanted to try it, it was truly a cultural experience. We went to the museum of Port first to learn about it, and then finally found the recommended cafe to have it. I had mine with chocolate cake, and learned why port is an after dinner drink. It is a sweet, strong, wine served in small amounts and is certainly a slow sipping drink. We really liked it and are glad that we got the chance to try it here in Porto.
Besides that, things have worked our swimmingly for us to go to Lisbon tomorrow, so we are on our way. I am looking forward to more of Portugal. Both Justin and I agree that Portugal is not like anywhere else either of us has ever been. And of course, as always, being here really inspires me to learn the language. It is just close enough to seem easy, and just different enough to seem entirely exotic and beautiful. Perhaps someday I will speak all the languages. I think I would like that, but for now, I guess I will stick to learning the essential words and traveling where I can get.
