Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The Joys of Teaching 10 year old French children
They begin school at 8:30 Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. No school on Wednesday. They finish school at 4:30.
They get three recesses. One at 10:00, a two hour lunch between 11:30-1:30, and one at 3:00.
That pretty much leaves one hour stints of class broken up by a half hour of running around in the courtyard screaming, jumping in sand, playing football, jumping around, and hiding behind columns.
These kids really get to know the meaning of "childhood."
I like my students. I have no problems with them. Some don't listen. Some chew on their glue. Some throw their rulers around like javelins, but they're just kids.
Sometimes I complain about teaching. Maybe because it's the knowledge that I'll have to be "on" for the entire day. But once I'm teaching, it's okay.
I like witnessing how they learn and handle a foreign language.
My favorite:
Me: "What's your name?"
Student: "What's your name Kevin."
By this particular student's logic, all you need to respond to someone is to repeat what they just said.
I can teach them that this is not right. And when I see them next time, sometimes they make the same mistake. But sometimes they don't. And this is what's great about teaching.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Le Mistral Provençal
Between sightseeing, we made frequent/emergency stops for chocolats chauds/hot chocolate, making sure to warm our hands with the mugs. We met in Orange and headed to the Ancient Roman Theatre, one of Orange's biggest claim to fame. One of the benefits of going to Orange at the end of November was the lack of crowds. Besides us, there was one other couple roaming around the theatre. It was peaceful. The wind howled down the aisles and the clouds glided through the bright blue sky like cars driving down the street.
I had gone to Avignon six years ago when I was studying abroad in Grenoble during college and our group had walked out onto the bridge. Our 85 year old Armenian professor had made us make a chain, sing and dance. At the time, I was recovering from food poisoning, so I hadn't put forth my best effort, but still danced.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Beaujolais Nouveau: France's version of Thanksgiving?
Practically salivating for a fall wine festival, I turned my head around as the train pulled away trying to get more details. Was it a festival? Was it a party? What was it??
Thanks to the Internet, I've learned that Beaujolais Nouveau is a wine that's allowed to be sold in France at 12:01 on the third Thursday of November each year. From what I read, the race to get a bottle first and throw a party during the earliest hours of Thursday has become huge. The wine itself is very young, sweet, and is as close to white wine as you can get for a red wine. It's known as a party wine, not something with which you'd spend minutes savoring the flavor.
Oh, and it was either sold out at Géant, or they just don't sell it at hypermarkets, because I couldn't find any.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Vienne (It's in France)
Vienne, not to be confused with "Vienna, Austria."
Vienne is the second largest city in the department of Isère behind Grenoble and conveniently a nine minute train ride away from Chasse.
However, because the trains are not running regularly due to the strike, I hopped a bus, which took 20 minutes.
And just because it's the second largest city in the department, doesn't mean it's necessarily huge. Although I'd been there before for paperwork and to see a movie, this time I went by myself for an afternoon of solitary wandering and to discover the things that I briefly saw on my previous visits, but didn't really get to see.
Well, not too much was open or lively, because I was there at lunchtime on Saturday. It was peaceful, but cold and I was getting tired. I managed to take a few pictures. Here's what I saw:
Passerelle Pietonne/Pedestrian Pass
(This bridge reminds me of the Chain Bridge in Budapest,
and I was disappointed it has such a cop-out name in French).
View of the Rhône River
and present day place of Christian worship.
Boat along the river
Roman ruins in the Jardin Archéologique de Cybèle/
Cybele's Archaeological Garden.
Tiny tower windows
Had my lunch along the Quai du Rhône
View of Mont Salomon (the remains of
a chateau stand at the top)
Jardin Archéologique de Cybèle
I like to think of this as "tiki-guy," master of the pond
Steep street in Vienne with Mont Pipet in background
Oranges on a leaf-less tree in a Vienne park
I figured out that I missed a lot of sites, but then again I didn't refer to my map/guide until after I got home. I got up this morning wanting to walk around somewhere new and I knew the train schedules have been "dodgy" (for lack of a better word) lately. So, I had planned on going to whichever town popped up first on the train station screen. That's either Vienne or Lyon. Vienne won.
I like the idea of discovering things on my own without the help of a map, then figuring out later what it was. I know it's not the most logical thing to do, but I like to come up with an explanation for something on my own, guess what it is, what is was used for, then figure out the real deal later, and see how close I was.
I completely missed the famed Roman Theatre, Pyramid, and Augustus/Livia Temple, but had been pretty damn close to them at certain points on my wanderings. I just happened to turn a different corner.
On the bus back home, several people wanted to know if the bus went to another train station in Lyon, which it didn't, therefore making a lot of people do that clipped French sigh. One man found the humor in the situation saying, "Monsieur, vous faites Le Tour de France pour aller à Part-Dieu?"/"Sir, can you do the Tour de France to get to Lyon's Part-Dieu?" Everyone had a good laugh at that one and the tension lightened slightly.
I'll have to go back when it's a little warmer and when I'm a little less tired, now that I've read the guide.
Pas de soucis/No worries....Vienne's only 9 or 20 minutes away, depending on if there's a strike or not...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Les grèves partout
The schoolyard (sans enfants) as seen from my kitchen window
Monday, November 10, 2008
Oh la la, ces histoires des filles...
The flower tree
Two teenage girls skitter by,
"....tu dis rien..."
"oui, c'est ça..."
"oh la la ces histoires des filles!" (something which I loosely took as girls being drama queens)
But then again, I could be completely off and lost in translation. Is that so bad though?
It was nice to walk around in the city and in the park where the trees were bright with fall and snowing leaves. And for half of my walk, I went iPod-less, and therefore able to catch the blips. Maybe I should do that more often. Maybe that's the way to catch the street slang, on the street.
After a weekend where "nous n'avons fait rien" (aka watched movies, ate tons of soup and truffles) AJ, Leslie, and Jamie left after a relaxing few days in Chasse. I decided to make a quick trip to Lyon in order to see about getting myself enrolled in French language classes.
My train timetable said there'd be a train at 11.14, so I hustled up the hill and back down to the train station only to read that there was no train going to Lyon, but a bus leaving fifteen minutes later. Ok, fine. I'm getting used to this.
Only, the bus took nearly an hour, whereas the train takes 20 minutes. The bus went through the back streets of Lyon's lovely outskirt towns like a giant lurching through a tiny maze. The bus ride actually felt awkward. The streets were too narrow, the other cars were micro machines and the huge bus still huffed on.
I couldn't get off the bus faster in Lyon. From there, I learned how to take the tram, use my new bank card, and found the language school I was looking for without a hitch. And to top it all off, it was a gorgeous autumn afternoon, with big pizza pie size leaves drifting down from the sky like November confetti.
Walking into the school, I felt like I was going to work. It reminded me of working in Spain last year. The same little classrooms with desks, teacher area scattered with paper, the reception area bustling, young teachers walking around with Cokes and coffees. Only, the French versions of me glanced over and walked away.
I was playing the role of student this time.
My visit was slightly pointless, but I'm still glad I went. The woman told me that I'd need to take an online test to gage my level and then she'd contact me by email. But, the good news was that I could start as soon as possible if things worked out.
Ham, mushroom, and cheese crêpe for lunch
The little red bridgeFriday, November 7, 2008
Leaving for Lille
And so began our week long Toussaint/All Saint's Holiday. Next stops: Belgium and Luxembourg
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Halloween in Luxembourg
The train ride took close to three hours one way, with many stops, and many loud children, teenagers included. However, the city of Luxembourg made up for all the annoyances of getting there. The sun poked its rays through the clouds long enough for me to put my sunglasses on, then take them off five minutes later. Luckily, we spent a good chunk of our time scaring ourselves straight in the Casemates, a series of winding and sometimes narrow tunnels that protected over 35,000 people from attacks during World War II. A comment made by AJ got my heart beating a little faster and from there, my imagination got the best of me. "If I take a picture and there's a face, I'm going to scream," her voice wavered. She stayed brave enough to take a picture down a small dark cave carved out of one wall in the tunnel.
For the next twenty minutes, all of us were a little nervous, not wanting to be the one left behind or grabbed by a ghoul. AJ was convinced that someone would be playing pranks on the tourists in the tunnels on Halloween and local teenagers would jump out to scare us. To be honest, I was a little bit more scared of actual monsters.
We emerged soon after that, our bodies in flight or fight mode. I would have liked to see our faces upon exiting the Casemates. Outside, fall exploded all around us in the form of orange, red, and yellow leaves on trees, floating in the sky, and scattered on the ground. We found a park where I felt the urge to run up a huge green hill, only to be semi-chased back down by three vicious looking daschunds.
Although we didn't spend our Halloween night in Luxembourg City, we got our scare there.
Pieces of Belgium
Chocolate dinosaur in Brugge chocolate shop window. There was also a skeleton head made of chocolate in honor of Halloween. Belgian chocolate is so good because it's refined more than ordinary chocolate, so that it tastes smoother (info courtesy of Chocolate Museum).
Brugge canal
The chocolate beef stew that AJ, Leslie, and I ordered for our last dinner. (This was the same place we went to for our hot chocolates). The stew actually had tiny little chocolate chips in it. Think of that the next time you don't think it's possible for two unlikely foods to merge. Not bad, not bad at all.