Monday 10 July 2017
Had lunch with a few other students today
before class at a little place on campus. Class is getting more difficult. Met
with Katrina, Kayla, and Anthony to book transportation and lodging in Annecy
and Geneva. After we booked our train and bus tickets we realized we couldn’t
find anywhere to stay in Annecy within our price range. Tried to get an Airbnb,
but the owner wanted to charge us more than the initial listing so we declined.
Didn’t find a resolution, went to bed that night sick to my stomach with worry.
Tuesday 11 July 2017
Woke up still worried. Unable to eat
breakfast. Whet to see the culture guy after class for help finding a place to
stay in Annecy. He is going to check on some local hostels he knows. Feeling
half as uneasy as before. Booked rooms in Geneva. Met up with everyone at the
culture guy’s office. All hotels and hostels booked, no rooms available.
Looked at all options, camping, renting
bikes, renting a car to sleep in, nothing working, considered booking hotel for
2 and trying to sneak 2 people inside.
Later that night the lady on Airbnb offered
her place at the original price. We accepted. Feeling relieved we have a place
to stay, and it’s super cute.
Had Tabbouleh for dinner and Millefeuille
for dessert with Helene.
Living together, Helene has seen me take a lot of
pills and supplements. I didn’t want her to be wondering the whole time, so the
first day I let her know they are for depression and reactivated Epstein Barr
virus. Today she said, “you don’t seem depressive.” I had to laugh. Of course I’m
not depressed, I’m having the time of my life here. It was the nicest
complement.
Wednesday 12 July 2017
In French class the first hour we played
party games in French. The second hour we held debate. The debate given to my
group was whether or not schools should have sexual education. Let’s just say,
that was awkward. I ate lunch at the cafeteria because it’s cheap and went home
to do bills and homework. Afterwards, I went for a walk in the neighborhood. I
found these old streets lined by a ravine and old houses, and tiny little
hidden streets and ended up at a beautiful place called Parc des Etangs. It has
a manor house on it that a wealthy family originally owned but later sold to
the city, which is why it’s now a park.
It had a pond with ducks and huge trees.
There were park benches but it was like walking through a hidden forest. I had
hoped to sit a while and read a book, but I had forgotten about the mosquitoes and was eaten alive after ten minutes. The only way I could keep from getting
bit was to keep walking, so I did. I walked for hours before I headed home just
before dark to have dinner. On the way back I found another bus stop. At home I looked it up and discovered it had late night hours and weekend hours and was only a thirty minutes walk from home. Planning to use that bus route next time I'm out late or coming back from a trip.
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