Sunday
I won’t lie; it’s getting to be a challenge to keep myself occupied. I decided I’d start my day with an ~extra~ long walk. Unfortunately, about twenty minutes in, I realized that none of my favorite podcasts had new episodes because it was the weekend. I also discovered that all my Spotify music had mysteriously undownloaded itself. I ended up listening to a good two hours of a not-so-enjoyable audiobook about revolutionary movements of 1968.
Something that no one ever talks about in France is just how poopy it is. Literally. There’s poop everywhere. If your eyes are not on the ground, you’re stepping in it. In the countryside, you’ve got mostly just horse and dog droppings. In cities, you might even encounter the human variety (we did in one particularly shocking incident in Chartres circa 2016). Picking up after their pets is just not something the French are as prone to do as we are in the States.
When I got home for the day I sat down to plan some lessons. Most of my work was already mapped out, but I wanted to get the Folk Tales lesson ready for my new 6ème class. They’ve been a bit of a rough group so far, a new road bump in my Monday schedule. I decided to share Paul Bunyan, Johnny Appleseed, and John Henry with the students.
I finished the day with calls to family and friends.
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