Happy Thanksgiving!

This week went really quickly with lots of menial tasks. I found out I was required to fill out a request for absence form regarding Copenhagen, so I had to do a lot of French paperwork (huge surprise, I know). I'm also in the middle of applying for my French housing subsidy, which is also a lot of copies and papers and writing. Hopefully that will be sent out next week, too. After being in France and dealing with the French social system, I don't think I'll ever have a problem with impatience in the States ever again.

We had a German meal cooked for us by Corina and Diana on Tuesday. They made salad, some German pasta delicacy, and apple strudel! It was scrumptious. Next week I volunteered to have everyone over to my place. It'll be interesting to se how I manage to get seven girls seated and served in my little apartment. It'll be an adventure!

This is a photo of Corina, our gracious host!

And on Thursday, I was planning to go to Champagnole for Thanksgiving at Josh's with his housemates and some friends. No matter how hard I searched, I could not find a train that worked with my teaching schedule. I just mentioned to a teacher that if she knew of anyone driving south that day, they should let me know, and I could catch a train directly from Besançon instead of from Lure. But everyone had staff meetings that night and it seemed like there was no way I could possibly get to Champagnole. Then I got a call from Françoise, and her daughter was going that afternoon. She had even gone through the trouble to talk to the teacher whose class I was supposed to attend, and he said it was fine if I missed it! So I hopped in the car with her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend and headed to Besançon. I got to Champagnole and successfully navigated myself (without directions or phone numbers no less!) to Josh's lycée. He made PUMPKIN PIE and CHRISTMAS COOKIES. Can you believe it? We ate entirely too much, drank good wine, and laughed a lot. It was wonderful. We stayed up so late listening to Lorent play the guitar and hanging out.

Josh and his delicious pumpkin pie. I couldn't believe that he made it himself. Did you know that pumpkin pie doesn't have to be made with pumpkin, but any of the different types of squash? Tasted just the same!

This is the Thanksgiving crowd. It was the first Thanksgiving for Zoe and Anne, where were from England and Germany respectively. We went around the table and said what we were thankful for. I think it was a memorable holiday for them! (Also pictured are Lorent and Remy, two of their French friends in Champagnole). And below is a happy photo of Anne and Zoe.

So yes! Thanksgiving was great, and I even (against all odds) got back to Lure on time to teach my three classes on Friday afternoon. Next week is my second to last week at school before my three week Copenhagen / Paris / US break. Very excited! Hope everyone is doing well- has anyone seen snow yet??

Love,

Sam

Hello!!

I feel like I have so much to tell you. To start, the sky has been blue for FOUR days and I've been on FOUR runs and it has been just wonderful. Talk about a pick me up.

On top of that, this Thursday was Beaujolais Nouveau, which happens every year the third Thursday of November. It's when this type of wine, the Beaujolais Nouveau, is released from the Lyon region. It's the first batch you can drink that was made in 2009. It was really fun, and I went to a teachers house and there were many people drinking wine, eating cheese, and just being merry. Among the ten or eleven people who were there, we drank thirteen bottles of wine. I still can't hang with the French.

The next morning when I biked to the farm (at 9am instead of 7am because of the festivities), I was thinking to myself I that I should have just stayed in bed. When I got there, I saw that Jacky was thinking the same thing. They had seven people over the night before for the holiday, and drank ten bottles of wine. Isabelle was okay, but Jacky was totally hungover. It was really funny. Needless to say it was a pretty low key day there. I made the cheese while Isabelle worked with the cows (we had one die this week) and Jacky and Remi worked with the hay and the sheep.

BUT! The great news is that I am finally helping! When I first got there, I was sort of a hinderance, with the fact that I didn't know the farm vocabulary in French, and that I had never made cheese before, etc. But now, when I'm there, I actually help them do things more quickly, and this week, Isabelle left me in the cheese room ALONE and TRUSTED me to MAKE it MYSELF. It was really cool, and I felt a lot of pressure-- I made sure that I did everything perfectly and cleaned up and did well. She inspected later and sent me a text message telling me that I did a good job. I felt like I had passed some sort of test.

So yesterday, we were all in a Beaujolais stupor, and their niece Eva stopped by the farm. She invited me to a brewery/party that night. I was supposed to hang out with my friend Fleur, so I invited her too. It turned out to be really fun, except that all the people were looking cool and chain smoking-- in a closed space. Ick, it was rough. But besides that, it was super fun and familial almost. I felt lucky to be there; it wasn't a place you would be unless you knew someone. There was live Turkish music, and the owner agreed to let me come for a day in the spring and learn to make beer. Toward the end Fleur and I became kind of like the English speaking spectacles and everyone wanted to show us how well they could speak. Which was not very well. But it was cool, and we got home pretty late. It was nice to sleep in this morning. Here's a picture of the boisterous table at the brewery, and one of me and Fleur (she's from Wales).

And now for the big news: after some chaotic trip-planning with Anna and Heidi, I decided that instead of spending an inordinate amount of money to go to Morocco for the holidays, I would put it all toward a flight home. Thus, I will, in fact, be back in Ohio for sixteen whole days. And I can't express how happy that makes me. Like I told my mom, doing all the researching of things to see and places to go, I realized the only place that I really wanted to be was with my family. So I am very fortunate, and my flight leaves December 21.

Copenhagen Dec 14 - 20, Paris Dec 20, and home Dec 21 until Jan 5. How exciting! Now, of course, I'm itching to get to Denmark, and see Paris at Christmas time, and see my family! But all in good time.

Happy Thanksgiving soon! I gave a lesson about it, and I went around the class and made each student say something he or she was thankful for. It made me happy. I said I was thankful for my friends and family.

Love,

Sam

This is one of the last days of fall. It was unreal how pretty it was that day. This is taken in a small village outside Besançon.
Aaaaaand Mathilde's grandpa. A gem. He doesn't have just one accordion. He doesn't have just two, but THREE accordions. And I had the privilege of hearing him play a very French in a café kind of song. It was just wonderful.
This is Mathilde and her mom and her grandpa. Her mom sent me home with a contraption to purée things like applesauce and mashed potatoes, and some homemade jelly, and a laundry basket full of apples and a box full of walnuts.
And this was the prettiest view of the day. I couldn't get over how beautiful it was.

Now that I've posted these exceedingly pleasant photos, I need you to do me a favor: picture the exact opposite. The weather has rudely changed from a vibrant fall to a purgatory of seasons-- what I like to call the grayny season (gray and rainy wordsmith). I don't know why it changed its mind, but now it is almost constantly raining, drizzling or spitting. And the gray is this pressing, heavy, thick kind of gray. It makes me constantly ask myself, in a whiny voice, "Do I HAVE to go outside today?" My hair is asking the same question.

So I'm working on embracing the grayny season in which I have found myself. And I am also working on smiling double my usual amount to counteract the weather issue. Things here are moving steadily along. I'm becoming more confident in lesson planning and lesson giving. I am also so happy to see the students everyday, because honestly, I never know what to expect. Their spontaneity is refreshing. And invigorating. Isn't Thanksgiving soon? I'm going to make a lesson about it. I want to dress up, but I'm not sure that I could find things to wear. Maybe I could dress as a Native American?

I am still working on the internet/phone debacle. What's a stronger word than debacle? Catastrophe? Hash? Botch? Washout? Ruin? Alas..

But to end on a positive note, I would like to pay tribute to the newest albums of Maria Taylor, Regina Spektor, and the Avett Brothers for being spot on and making me so happy. Also, Becky found out about a PLACE in LURE where you can LISTEN to LIVE MUSIC. Hopefully we'll GO there SOON because THAT would be AWESOME.

Always sopping wet, but with love,

Sam

Hi hi hi!

I feel like I tell time more by the seasons and the moon than anything else. So when I say that I wore my winter coat today, that means that I've been here a while. Only a month really, but it seems like a lot has happened to me.

This is just an update to tell you that everything is exceptional. People always smile at me and say hello, as if I am not this new, weird person in the halls anymore, but rather a permanent fixture within them. I still stand out because of my clothes, as I don't wear chic black everyday, but for the most part all the teachers treat me as if I've been here for a long time.

The only thing is I still stick out because I don't eat in the cafeteria. I mean first and foremost because it's cafeteria food, but more than that it's usually pretty meat-centric, so when I get the meal without meat I end up with some plain rice and a side salad. Because I live right next to the school, it's easier just to go home and cook myself something scrumptious. I think I miss out on some bonding, but overall it's okay.

I asked if I could sit on the freshmen Spanish class, and today was my first lesson; I can't really express how excited I am to finally be taking deliberate action to learn a third language. Valerie, a super nice teacher, told me she'd be sure to put me with her worst class (even so, they've been studying Spanish for two years already) so that I would get lots of practice and repetition. In front of the class, she asked me my name, and I didn't even know how to say 'my name is Sam' because I was so nervous. It's nice, however, to interact with the students in a different capacity than language teacher; I get to be a student, too! I got a book from the library called L'espagnol pour Les Nuls (get it?) so I'm going to try to supplement the classes with rudimentary learning as well. Nonetheless, I am very excited. It'll also help solidify my French grammar too, as the class is a Spanish class taught in French. You should see my notes-- a jumble of three languages that no one but probably I could understand.

The farm is going really well. Isabelle and Jacky have sort of adopted me. Saturday I left with cheese, apples, and a full tummy. I also got stuck in the rain on my bike. It was what I like to call a character builder. I go back tomorrow to work with Elise, a farm hand whose family has also taken me in. I usually help her with the goats from 630 to noon then we go eat at her house. It's really fun.

Volleyball is also fun. My shoulder has begun to let me know that I'm over using it, however. I'm trying to do some strengthening exercises to make it less mad at me for playing so much. Hopefully it gets better with time.

And Berlin in a week!

Et voilà, all is well. Spanish, farming, volleyball, fall. As you can see, my life is happily uninteresting. I feel content and comfortable. I'm off to the open air market to buy some fresh veggies and cheese.

Love,
Sam

Good news, bad news

Hello again!!

I have received one of my bags: completely demolished. What began as a regular piece of luggage, with rolling and handle capabilities, is now a broken down, poor little bag. It no longer has wheels, they were sacraficed in the journey. The handle had been ripped off, and taped to the front with duct tape. There was a huge rip in the front, which was also patched. But, when it arrived, I saw none of that. I saw simply one half of my precious luggage; and I was happy. Unhappy, however, to find out that my other bag, part of my heart, my backpack, was still somewhere, floating in a liminal land. It needs its home, it needs me there to love it. I'm sure it misses me. On the internevet, unfortunately, it still says: tracing; check back later. Not a good sign. Maybe if we all will it back to me, it will show up!!

Last night, I had a wonderful time! In the staff lounge, I saw a sign advertising volleyball with the word 'loisir' beside it, which means leisure. Some fun, not serious volleyball. I asked about it, and before I knew it two other professors had arranged a pick up for me and I was going to be playing at eight o'clock. In my chacos, of course, because my running shoes are also in my backpack. (I don't want to talk about it). I borrowed a pair of shoes from Joel, a man, because my feet are apparently huge. Okay, I knew they were huge. But Nhamid brought me a pair of 7.5s. I mean, come on. Anyway, I felt like I was having a growth spurt or something, tripping over my feet a bit. But it worked out. And they thought I was apparently good enough to play on their team that travels!! They got third out of fifteen teams last year, so it could be really fun.

And today, I hope for my bag. I have a meeting with Carolin today to hopefully get a bike and go to the super marché.

Love,
Sam

Is this too boring to post? Likely. But I don't have any French lovers or exotic European trips to write about. You just wait though, it's going to get so juicy I'll have to censor it*

*That's probably an exaggeration.