France - July 2017, Monday
Rain patters on the window panes, waking me. A soft light fills the room. It is early in the morning and besides the rain, it seems no one else has stirred.
Eventually I rise from my comfortable spot and make my way downstairs. Warm oatmeal and an apricot are my breakfast, along with a glass filled with orange juice. The mother of my host family turns on the t.v. as is normal for them.
Later on, I am given a tour of the town I stay in. It is a small town so the walk is about four miles. We pass a cathedral looking grand up some steps, an hotel that is at the end of a street lined with trees, a memorial, plenty of small stores; a florist, a 'pâtisserie', and a tiny grocery store.
There is a Chateau that we pass but today it is closed like the cathedral, I am told that it has a 'très grand parc' and indeed the yard surrounding the Chateau does seem spacious.
We stop at the outdoor hall where people here have markets, balls, concerts, and other celebrations. Near the hall is an office for tourists, and the cultural center.
There is also a tower in the middle of a traffic circle that people can go in, just not on Mondays, and we saw that as well.
Next, there is a park like space that is 'très très joli'. A river trickles by it and where it widens there is a stone house-like structure, its roof covered with moss. There is a path and some trees, and a bench that sits in the shade. It is green and peaceful.
After lunch, I meet the eldest daughter of my host family who doesn't live at home anymore, she promises to bring a French book tomorrow.
Some 'petites filles' show me their hip hop routines outside and when it starts to rain it isn't a problem. Later, I am driven first to the train station, to see it and to pick someone up, then to a store, and finally back to the house.
And for now, that is all I will write.
Eventually I rise from my comfortable spot and make my way downstairs. Warm oatmeal and an apricot are my breakfast, along with a glass filled with orange juice. The mother of my host family turns on the t.v. as is normal for them.
Later on, I am given a tour of the town I stay in. It is a small town so the walk is about four miles. We pass a cathedral looking grand up some steps, an hotel that is at the end of a street lined with trees, a memorial, plenty of small stores; a florist, a 'pâtisserie', and a tiny grocery store.
There is a Chateau that we pass but today it is closed like the cathedral, I am told that it has a 'très grand parc' and indeed the yard surrounding the Chateau does seem spacious.
We stop at the outdoor hall where people here have markets, balls, concerts, and other celebrations. Near the hall is an office for tourists, and the cultural center.
There is also a tower in the middle of a traffic circle that people can go in, just not on Mondays, and we saw that as well.
Next, there is a park like space that is 'très très joli'. A river trickles by it and where it widens there is a stone house-like structure, its roof covered with moss. There is a path and some trees, and a bench that sits in the shade. It is green and peaceful.
After lunch, I meet the eldest daughter of my host family who doesn't live at home anymore, she promises to bring a French book tomorrow.
Some 'petites filles' show me their hip hop routines outside and when it starts to rain it isn't a problem. Later, I am driven first to the train station, to see it and to pick someone up, then to a store, and finally back to the house.
And for now, that is all I will write.
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