MAUZAC
The journey here:
I left Leysin at about 12, a late start but I was relying on a ride to Aigle from some of my friends. Aigle to Geneva to Lyon. It wasn't until Lyon that anyone had Mauzac in their computers let alone had heard of it. So it wasn't until then that I realized I wasn't going to make it that day. In fact I didn't make it to Bordeaux until 11:47 at night. I was exhausted and had made up my mind on the train to spend up to 150 euros on a hotel. Luckily there were 10 right outside the train station and the first one I went to offered me a douche tv for 31 euros. Amazing! I slept great and took the train to Bergerac the next day and from there a bus to Lalinde. There was no pay phone at the station so I was about to lug my bags into town to call the Hotel where I was supposed to go. Luckily I noticed a girl who looked as confused as me, she struggling with a phone number and me struggling without a phone. I had the right number so together we were able to make the call and arrange the pick-up. Gabe comes hustling along in the van and we climb in. Of course he is from Hickory, North Carolina. Why wouldn't he be?
The Village:
Let me try and describe to you what this is like. This is the kind of a place you come to if you enjoy taking long walks and sitting by a river reading books and drinking coffee. Luckily I'm in the mood to retire from the face of the planet for a month, stare at the Dordogne river, read tons of books, ride a bike 15 minutes to mail a letter, and learn a thing or two about teaching english.
I thought Anzere was small. Mauzac has a population of 200. I live at the Hotel de la Poste which is kind of like living at home, except its bigger, and the people dont care what I do, but they do care if I will be eating dinner or not. I help myself to whatever I want and write it all down in a book. Every so often I settle up for the beer, laundry, candybar, dinner, or whatever else I helped myself too. Today was the first day of class. It is right downstairs and I can wear my slippers. I am one of four students. We do 9-12 with Esme, the teacher, and then break for a two hour lunch. From 2-4 we do our lesson plans and then from 5-6:30 we teach locals for free. It is a great system. A few silly old french women get to giggle and cut-up trying to speak english and I get to learn how to teach by doing just that. It's brilliant.
I left Leysin at about 12, a late start but I was relying on a ride to Aigle from some of my friends. Aigle to Geneva to Lyon. It wasn't until Lyon that anyone had Mauzac in their computers let alone had heard of it. So it wasn't until then that I realized I wasn't going to make it that day. In fact I didn't make it to Bordeaux until 11:47 at night. I was exhausted and had made up my mind on the train to spend up to 150 euros on a hotel. Luckily there were 10 right outside the train station and the first one I went to offered me a douche tv for 31 euros. Amazing! I slept great and took the train to Bergerac the next day and from there a bus to Lalinde. There was no pay phone at the station so I was about to lug my bags into town to call the Hotel where I was supposed to go. Luckily I noticed a girl who looked as confused as me, she struggling with a phone number and me struggling without a phone. I had the right number so together we were able to make the call and arrange the pick-up. Gabe comes hustling along in the van and we climb in. Of course he is from Hickory, North Carolina. Why wouldn't he be?
The Village:
Let me try and describe to you what this is like. This is the kind of a place you come to if you enjoy taking long walks and sitting by a river reading books and drinking coffee. Luckily I'm in the mood to retire from the face of the planet for a month, stare at the Dordogne river, read tons of books, ride a bike 15 minutes to mail a letter, and learn a thing or two about teaching english.
I thought Anzere was small. Mauzac has a population of 200. I live at the Hotel de la Poste which is kind of like living at home, except its bigger, and the people dont care what I do, but they do care if I will be eating dinner or not. I help myself to whatever I want and write it all down in a book. Every so often I settle up for the beer, laundry, candybar, dinner, or whatever else I helped myself too. Today was the first day of class. It is right downstairs and I can wear my slippers. I am one of four students. We do 9-12 with Esme, the teacher, and then break for a two hour lunch. From 2-4 we do our lesson plans and then from 5-6:30 we teach locals for free. It is a great system. A few silly old french women get to giggle and cut-up trying to speak english and I get to learn how to teach by doing just that. It's brilliant.
posted by emily at 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
holy crap, only four people?!?! there's a million of us here in rome! let me know if there are good job opportunities coming up...i'd definitely be interested.
look at you with your long hippie hair! aww man...i miss you so much i would let you give me a drunken trim in 2 seconds!
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