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
