<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:45:56.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie in France!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17556353130174788060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-9201781186631477291</id><published>2008-07-26T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:29:45.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Seven: Home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So, I have been home for five days now, and haven't done too much!  I am sitting in my room, surrounded by piles of clothes and various items, and am not looking forward to cleaning it up.  After ten months with a rather limited wardrobe, and then seven weeks with a very tiny one, I was completely horrified at how much clothing I have at home!  I didn't even remember owning half of it, so I'm donating a whole bunch of stuff.  In trying to get organized, I am having trouble figuring out what on earth I was thinking a year ago, like why I decided to hide extra prescriptions in an obscure drawer.  There are a lot of things I don't even remember having, and many things I remember that I have yet to locate.  It's going to be interesting getting settled back in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the biggest things on my agenda right now are getting caught up with everyone, and finding a job!  So far I have only seen Joe briefly, then Nana last night, and have emailed some people.  As far as the job hunt goes, I've been searching online but I think I need to work my resume a bit more before actually sending it someone important.  Any ideas for jobs that don't totally suck would be appreciated.  In the meantime I have been procrastinating by reading, making more of a mess of my room, and playing Guitar Hero with Adam.  And over-analyzing everything as usual, such as coming up with "official data" from my trip with Kelly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THE NUMBERS*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days on the road: 51&lt;br /&gt;Cities visited: 19&lt;br /&gt;Additional day-trips: 8&lt;br /&gt;Bird incidents: 2&lt;br /&gt;Thefts: 1&lt;br /&gt;Languages: 7&lt;br /&gt;Books read: 12&lt;br /&gt;Pounds lost: 5 (hurrah!)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken: ~2100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total weeks away from home: 44&lt;br /&gt;Total European cities visited: 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So yes, I definitely have too much free time on my hands.  But I am actually going on another trip to NYC next weekend... so that's "something to do", right?  I'm really excited-- I'm meeting Ryan, and his friend from Ottawa will be there for the beginning.  Then Sabine, my Munich-friend from Nancy, will be there for the end!  And she is also coming to Boston the next week, so we may have a mini-reunion of Nancy assistants on our hands.  My roommate, Brady, is planning to come if he isn't accepted to grad school, and two other assistants, Courtney and Angela, are from MA and will hopefully both be around before leaving for grad school themselves.  I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone!  I met so many great people this year, and it's sad we're so spread out all over the world.  At least there is the internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyways, I should really see to this impending disaster that is my room.  I haven't decided what to do about the blog yet-- I don't really need to keep everyone posted on my less-exciting, back-to-normal life.  But who knows, maybe I will start writing to complain about the weather or whatever new job I get?  We'll have to see what happens next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A la prochaine,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-9201781186631477291?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/9201781186631477291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=9201781186631477291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/9201781186631477291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/9201781186631477291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-seven-home.html' title='Update Seven: Home!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-8542079854677386030</id><published>2008-07-25T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:31:14.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Six: Galway, Dublin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;This one is coming to you from the sky, somewhere above the Atlantic!  We are currently en route to Philadelphia, which is a seven and a half hour flight.  I fell asleep before we even took off, but haven't been able to doze off at all since then.  I can't even believe that I am on a plane home! Ireland was an incredible ending to the trip, though.  Galway was very small and charming-- the first full day there, we really just walked all over the place and shopped all day.  We walked along the bay, and cut back to town through "Claddagh Village", which was once a big fishing neighborhood.  I had an Irish brunch of scrambled eggs, toast, baked beans, tomatoes, and filtered coffee.  The traditional version also comes with sausages and black and white "pudding" (some kind of scary-looking meat thing).  Afterwards, we got a lot of souvenirs, and I bought another skirt.  Since the first one wasn't really a skirt to begin with, it hasn't been working out to well.  We'll see how it goes once it meets the sewing machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That night, we tried to do laundry, which didn't work out so well for Kelly.  Apparently the dryer decided to stop working right after I finished using it (not my fault, I swear!).  Problem was, we found Kelly's wet laundry on top, and thus thought some jerk just took it out.  So by the time we realized, it was like 2 am.  And we couldn't sleep in, because we had booked a tour for the next day!  Somehow we managed to stay awake for it, although I almost dozed a bit on the bus.  We had an amazing guide/driver, Desmond, an older Irishman who said everything at least twice.  ("There's a road that leads to it, and I'm gonna take it.  Ladies and gentlemen, I am taking it...")  The main stop was at the Cliffs of Moher, which were really striking.  Along the way, though, we also saw an ancient tomb, a "fairy ring", the ruins of abbeys and castles, and the distinct landscape of the Burren area (LOTS of rocks).  It was quite a full day, so we just packed and finished drying Kelly's laundry that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thursday we started at the Museum of Galway City, which had an exhibit on JFK, and a lot about the city's history of fishing and war.  Then we were off to Dublin, where our very nice hotel turned out to be quite outside the city.  We decided to stay at the hotel for dinner, which had really terrible service and food, and then watched "Just Friends" on TV.  Friday we headed into Dublin, and bought tickets for a hop-on hop-off bus tour.  We did the whole hour and a half circuit, and then went to the Writer's Museum.  There is a lot of literary tradition there, with statues of James Joyce and Oscar Wilde in the parks, and so many famous authors.  The museum wasn't too great though, I just kept yawning and getting that over-heated nausea feeling.  So we spent the rest of the day outside, visiting the Trinity College campus, and a bunch of parks and squares.  Saturday was a really full day, which started early at the Museum of Archeology, then onto St. Patrick's Cathedral.  Next, we took a tour of the Jameson Distillery, where they told us all about how their whiskey is made, and of course, we had a free sample.  We then rushed over to Dublin Castle for the last tour of the day.  It isn't so much a castle as a modest government palace, and it's where foreign diplomats used to stay (including Bill Clinton and Margaret Thatcher, not together though!).  Some of the rooms were like a smaller-scale Versailles, which was surprising since the outside wasn't very elaborate.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That night, we had dinner in the Temple Bar neighborhood, which was very, um... lively.  Lots of crazy street performers, many drunk people, and a whole bunch of bachelorette parties.  Some groups wore cocktail dresses, but one group was dressed as chickens, and another like cowgirls (with a bride in a cow costume).  So it was very entertaining night out!  The next morning we went back downtown to visit the Kilmainham Jail, where many people were imprisoned in the fight for Irish independence.  So we were happy that we got to learn a lot more about the country's history there, too.  The rest of the day was spent in our hotel, packing up for our flight!  The hotel did have an indoor pool and spa area, so I made good use of that for a few hours.  For dinner, we got Domino's pizza (yes, I know), and watched the Travolta film, "The General's Daughter", and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, we left around 11 am for Dublin Airport, and the whole day went relatively well.  Airport layouts are just terrible, though!  Dublin had a bunch of flights leaving from the same few gates, with everyone crammed in a small area.  And we had a layover in Philadelphia, where we had to collect our baggage, walk down a hallway, and wait in line to give it back to them.  Plus, we were no longer in a secure area, so we had to go through the security again.  But at least the flights went smoothly.  My parents came to get us at Logan, and then on the way home, we accidentally entered the Ted Williams Tunnel, for some added fun.  It is so nice to be home, but a bit strange, as well.  After 10 months away, I feel like I am looking at everything from a fresh perspective, though I am sure that will wear off quickly.  Looking forward to seeing you all very soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-8542079854677386030?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/8542079854677386030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=8542079854677386030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8542079854677386030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8542079854677386030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-six-galway-dublin.html' title='Update Six: Galway, Dublin'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-8568227069064499120</id><published>2008-07-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:01:50.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Five: Barcelona, London, Manchester</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last I left off, we were at the fourth of July!  Kelly and I were too exhausted after the train ride to make the 30 minute trek to the city, so we ate at the university restaurant that night.  The next day, it was straight to the tourist office for information, and straight to a bench in the square to get organized.  And THAT is when my purse got stolen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate having the map out constantly like a tourist, so we try to study it hard at the very beginning.  We were doing this when some guy came up to our left, next to Kelly, and asked us if we spoke Spanish, then Catalan, French (I lied), or English.  We finally said yes, but he just kept asking about Spanish again, pointing at some sheet of paper, and then awkwardly left.  We just thought he was an idiot, until maybe 3 minutes later when I had a sudden thought and looked around me.  So, we THINK someone else came up on my right while he was distracting us.  I couldn't believe it!  The police station is right underneath the square, so we went and filled out a police report and cancelled all my cards.  The woman from Visa actually went off her little script and was very sweet, as was Kelly who stayed with me and bought me a Kit Kat.  You just don't realize how much you carry in one stupid bag until you have to write it all out and add up the cost.  I had my camera, phone, mp3 player, wallet, and prescription sunglasses, not to mention my passport!  (I didn't want to leave anything in our room, in case someone took it.  Ha!)  So, next we tried the U.S. Embassy which is only open M-F 9am-1pm, and not if it's an American OR Spanish holiday.  So I had to wait until Monday, and after a "calming" and cheap lunch at McDonald's, we just kept going with the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I actually really enjoyed the whole feel of Barcelona except for, you know, the bastards I cursed all weekend.  There are lots of shops near Place Catalunya, the plaza we were in when everything went down.  Kelly insisted I get a new purse, and then I decided to replace my digital camera since we still had five cities left.  After all that was settled, we walked down La Rambla, a busy street filled with street performers and vendors (there had chipmunks for sale!).  At the end you reach the water and a giant pole with Christopher Columbus on top.  We again dunked our feet, only this time in the ocean where we could actually see fish!  We took the metro to La Sagrada Familia, a giant crazy unfinished church.  It is designed by Antoni Gaudi, who has a bunch of buildings in Barcelona that are all very curvy and abnormal and nature-inspired.  We tried to walk to another of his buildings, but couldn't find it.  I blame the map and/or stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day was much better!  We went straight to the National Museum of &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Catalunyan &lt;/span&gt;Art, and the Catalunya History Museum (both free!).  The second one had tons of interactive exhibits an cool displays, and also an exhibit on women's rights.  Lunch was across the street in a rather nice restaurant for paella, a classic Spanish rice dish.  After we went to see the also crazily-designed Music Hall and Casa Batllo.  Lastly, we sprung for a tour of Gaudi's La Pedrera, an apartment complex with no straight lines at all.  The colors and curves were incredible, and the roof was absolute madness.  You will all have to see the pictures later.  Monday morning, we headed straight for the Embassy.  I was fifth or sixth in line at 8:50 am, so I was not alone.  Many people had missed their cruises and planes, so I felt much better about my situation.  It was like group therapy!  We all swapped stories, and there was one guy whose man-bag was stolen in the same place about 30 minutes before me.  He said they had searched some dumpsters and found a whole bunch of slashed bags, it is just unbelievable.  It only took about an hour to get my temporary replacement passport, and the rest of the day was spent relaxing and emailing and preparing for our flight the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday our plane arrived in London around noon, and it was instantly back to the cool drizzly weather.  We stayed in the "Clink Hostel" converted from a former courthouse.  The first day we sifted through all the tourist info, and went to Covent Garden for dinner after watching some crazy magician guy.  The next day we took a tour of Shakespeare's Globe, and the Tate Modern where we had a really artsy unsatisfying lunch.  We shopped a bit, and I looked for a new notebook in two stores that turned out to be a radical communist shop and a sex shop (I stuck with the first one).  Thursday we started out at Westminster Abbey, then walked over to Buckingham Palace and saw bits of the changing of the guard.  From there, we walked to Trafalgar Square and had lunch at Friday's.  Due to rain, we decided to go to Kensington Palace.  They had exhibits on the debutantes of the fifties, the royal apartments, and some of Diana's dresses.  We walked to some of the other famous squares and then ate at the hostel.  Our last day, we went to the Tower of London where I relearned everything I supposedly took in the first time, before grabbing our train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next stop was Manchester, being as it was en route to Ireland.  That's also where all Pamela and my old drinking buddies in Nancy were from, and Charlie graciously offered to let us stay in his spare bedroom, which was a nice incentive.  The first night we had salad with potatoes and three English cheeses at Charlie's and just watched TV.  The next day he showed us around Manchester, where there was a festival where people decided to act crazy in the streets.  We also went to the Museum of Science and Industry with the exhibit Body Worlds.  There is a new &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;technique for &lt;/span&gt;preserving human cadavers by "plastination" so you can see all the different parts of actual bodies.  Kind of strange, but really fascinating.  After another dinner in, we went to two pubs and met Charlie's brother and two other friends.  They had a classic rock cover band playing, and it was a really good time.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday we had a very lazy morning due to aforementioned pubs, and then drove out to the Lake District.  We got scones with real clotted cream for lunch, and then drove on Kirkstone Pass, a small road up a mountain.  Then at Lake Windermere we climbed a trail up a big hill for a nice view of the area.  It was a lot of driving, so we just had a simple dinner and watched Pulp Fiction.  The next morning we were heading all the way to western Ireland, so there wasn't time for much else.  Charlie drove us two and a half hours to the ferry, which was really nice but 20 minutes late, making us miss our train.  We finally got to Galway at 7:30 pm, and hung around the hostel where I finished my eleventh book of the trip!  We are actually on to Dublin tomorrow, but I will save all the fun from Galway for my next update.  Can't believe we fly home on Monday!  I'll have to write my last vacation update on the plane.  See you all very soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-8568227069064499120?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/8568227069064499120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=8568227069064499120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8568227069064499120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8568227069064499120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-five-barcelona-london-manchester.html' title='Update Five: Barcelona, London, Manchester'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-6518536634918234135</id><published>2008-07-07T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:35:44.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Four: Cinque Terre, Nice, Avignon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hello!  There just two and a half weeks left until I'm back home!  I can't believe how fast it has been going.  Only three countries left... after Rome, we made one last stop in Italy, in Cinque Terre.  It's really five villages along the Italian coast, and we stayed in the smallest one, Riomaggiore.  The houses in the village are all built into the hills, so it's tough walking.  The "rooms" of our hostel actually had their own addresses, and we had to walk up so many steps to get there, it was unbelievable!  It was the best hostel in terms of the five other people staying with us, but the place itself was pretty terrible.  We met a girl from New York who said she went to school "near Boston", and it turned out she went to Harvard.  Then the one guy in the room was from Quebec, and it was really hard to understand him and his friends in French!   I couldn't believe how different it sounded.  That first night, we kind of panicked at the smallness of the village, so we took the train 15 minutes back to the bigger city of La Spezia.  We needed to buy beach towels, so we shopped a bit and I ended up buying a flowy white skirt (well, it was a dress, but I cut it in half.  The top was horrible!).  Kelly bought two skirts, so really it's all her fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So the next day, wore my skirt to the beach in the largest village, Monterrosso.  The beaches here are all rocks, so it kind of hurts your feet.  It was scorching hot again, but so beautiful.  We didn't get back to the room until about 1 pm, and we freshened up for the rest of the day.  There are "walking trails" between each of the villages, and the one from our village to Manarola is called the "Via d'Amore".  It is supposedly the most beautiful, with a tunnel that has love scenes painted along it.  While it did have gorgeous views of the ocean and village, it was just a paved cliff-side path, more of a covered hallway with comic book like paintings covered in graffiti.  We also did the next trail to Corniglia, which was the same distance but pretty intense.  It was just a dirt path filled with rocks and holes and roots, all along the rock cliff.  There was even a small bridge, and I had flashbacks of being paralyzed in hysterical, nervous laughter in Quebec on the bridge high above the gorge.  I kept it together this time, though.  After that, we were disgusting again, so we got ice cream and took the train back.  We made gnocchi in tomato sauce with fried onions and red pepper, making all our roommates jealous.  The next morning, we left for France again, and were on a terrible train with no air-conditioning!  I can't even tell you how happy I was to be done with Italian trains.  They were always late, usually by 20 minutes, and rarely comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our next stop was Nice, along the Cote d'Azur (AKA the French Riviera!).  We actually didn't spend much time in Nice, though, as we really wanted to go to Antibes.  We just did laundry the first night, and tried in vain to connect to the WIFI at both our hotel and McDonald's.  The next morning we went straight to the beach in Antibes, which had sand where you sat, but definitely all rocks otherwise.  Kelly actually burned quite a bit, even though it was less hot than Italy, and my back stung a little.  After the beach, we walked all along the wall that follows the shoreline above the beach.  Then we got quiche and guzzled water from a café that had a resident cat.  We made sure to stroll through the downtown area on our way back to the train station.  I tried to discreetly take a picture of a guy hand-writing the day's menu in chalk, but he saw me and it was very awkward.  He still posed for the picture, though!  Back in Nice that evening, we had dinner at "Woody's Diner and Tex-Mex Burger".    They brought us a pitcher of water before we asked, and the guy came over apologizing because he forgot to bring us a cup filled to the top with ice cubes.  I think that was Kelly's happiest moment so far!  She had mostly-normal BBQ chicken, and I got enchiladas that were delicious, despite the unusual addition of goat cheese!  We both had very weak wine, and a dessert, and at the end they brought us two shot glasses with a sample of their margaritas (I think they wanted us to order more alcohol!).  We went to bed very satisfied, and woke up early the next morning for a walk around Nice.  We went down to the beach, and walked along the main market street selling fresh foods, regional specialties, and flowers.  We took pictures at Place Messina, which is basically a giant fountain in a rotary, and then had to catch our next train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We left that day at 10:30 to go to Avignon, in the region of Provence.  It was wonderful to ride the TGV again!  We got a taxi to the hotel since Kelly's sunburn was killing her shoulders, and then it took us an hour and a half to get downtown from there.  It's not that far, but we got on the bus in the wrong direction and didn't notice for a while.  We had some fruit and snacks in a cute little park for lunch, but then a bird pooped on Kelly!   We were kind of stunned for a minute, and she had to rinse off her shirt, but thankfully that's really all it hit.  We got some pamphlets at the tourist office, and then went straight back to the hotel.  After changing, we got crepes at a restaurant nearby, because the buses in Avignon stop running at 7:30 pm!  It's ridiculous!  There isn't much near us, either.  We actually bought the "Man on Fire" DVD at a market and watched it to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wednesday we strolled around the downtown area of Avignon a bit, past lots of shops and  restaurants, to St. Benezet Bridge.  This is also known as the "Pont d'Avignon" and there is a nursery rhyme type song about dancing on the bridge that has made it famous.  It was built in the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century, but damaged by the river and battles, so they stopped repairing a few hundred years ago.  So it just ends partway across the river!  That afternoon we had booked a five and a half hour tour out into the countryside.  I think this is one of the best things we've done so far, and definitely worth the 30 euros.  The tour was sixteen people, and we had a nice air-conditioned bus with a tour guide from New Jersey, and a French bus driver named Michel who was hysterical.  We saw two "perched" villages, which were on hilltops to better defend the city.  The first was Roussillon, where the houses are all red, orange, and yellow after the colors of the ochre soil.  Next they drove us up in the mountains to a beautiful lavender field for pictures.  Everything smelled wonderful, but there were millions of bees everywhere which freaked me out a little.  Afterwards we saw the second village, Gordes, built entirely from dry stone, which they explained uses no mortar or anything, just stacked rocks.  These villages have requirements that people build in the traditional style, in order to keep their official titles as "most charming villages in France."  Last we went to the Lavender Museum, which explained the differences between pure lavender and lavandine, the distillation process, and its many uses.  The shop was too expensive, so we just smelled everything until it became overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our last day in Avignon was spent wrapping things up.  I spent a long time being annoyed at the post office, and then again at the pharmacy.  I forgot about how much I love this aspect of France.  We did do some shopping and got postcards, and then spent a bunch of time trying to get back to the hotel, since the buses seemed to be having issues.  We bought food at the grocery store for dinner (I had bread and 6 types of cheese, and Kelly basically ate a whole chicken), and we watched more House while we wrote out postcards.  Then Friday, our big Fourth of July plans were to travel to Spain!  It took around eight hours from Avignon to Barcelona, and then almost an hour to navigate to our room.  We will be staying in a dorm apartment at one of the universities here, where there is a kitchenette, 2 restaurants, laundry, internet, and a pool!  We will be here for four nights before our flight to London.  Update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-6518536634918234135?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/6518536634918234135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=6518536634918234135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/6518536634918234135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/6518536634918234135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-four-cinque-terre-nice-avignon.html' title='Update Four: Cinque Terre, Nice, Avignon'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-5028284426242775821</id><published>2008-06-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:04:03.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Three: Venice, Florence, Rome</title><content type='html'>After leaving Salzburg, Kelly and I experienced quite a few drastic changes as we headed into Italy.  First, it is incredibly hot here, which is a nice change from the chilly, overcast, constant-threat-of-rain weather we had before.  We realized we were in trouble, though, the second we stepped off the train in Venice and started sweating.  We took a bus where the driver went a million miles an hour around the turns, and arrived at the campground we had booked outside the city.  Our room was one half of a small tin cabin-- quite the contrast from our 3-star hotel, but for 15 Euro per night each, the place was pretty nice.  There had a bar, a restaurant, a pizzeria, and convenience store, but it was very buggy and basically for partiers.  Very conveniently, there was a boat that left right from the camp over to Venice, so we did that on all three days.  The first afternoon we rested a bit after our long train ride, and took an evening boat into Venice.  We strolled around a bit to get our bearings, and stopped for dinner in a small restaurant.  We were seated next to an Australian couple, who made small talk with us for a minute, but then we ended up talking throughout dinner.  We found out that Ray and Helena had a 25-year old daughter who just got married and is living in Dubai for a few years.  They gave us a million travel tips, advised us on our careers (that was interesting!), and bought us each an Italian drink (a Limoncello and a Monte Negro).  When we went to pay our bill, they stole it off our table and paid it for us!  We were a bit stunned and didn't quite know how to thank them, but I think all of us were happy to just have some normal conversation in English.  People our own age have been annoying us quite a bit over the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: when we returned to the camp, we met the two Australian guys who were staying in the other half of our cabin.  They were very friendly, but also turned out to be very loud and generally inconsiderate.  We didn't sleep much at all, because it was always either them banging around, or a family having dinner until midnight, or another family having a boisterous early breakfast... but aside from the housing, Venice was amazing.  It is completely jammed with tourists, but it is just too beautiful.  The first full day, we started at Basilica San Marco, which is absolutely breathtaking.   There are mosaics over the entire ceiling and walls, surrounded by millions of tiny gold tiles that glimmer in the light.  I can't even really describe it, it was overwhelming.  We went up to the gallery to see the ceilings up close, and they had nice exhibits on the construction and artwork of the church.  Then we had delicious pizza for lunch, and hopped on a boat to the other islands.  First was Murano, famous for its glass.  We got to see a glass blowing demonstration, where the guy made a horse in lightning speed, and a bunch of round ornaments while smoking a cigarette.  Then we saw Burano, which is famous for lace-making, but also has brightly colored houses with everyone's laundry blowing in the wind.  We gawked in all the shop windows before heading back to camp for dinner and a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third day in Venice was more leisurely, though we did go to the top of the bell tower by the Basilica (after waiting in line in the beating-hot sun), and we went to the Accademia Museum, filled with works from many famous Venetian artists.  Otherwise we just shopped for souvenirs, stared at all the beautiful masks for Carnavale and theatre, and then did some laundry back at the camp.  The next morning we took the train to Florence, and met Giuseppe, our very friendly Brazilian hotel-manager-guy.  We then realized that on Sunday and Monday, our only two days here, almost everything is closed.  So we made sure to get to the Accademia here, where Michelangelo's "David" lives.  The sculpture really was impressive, and huge!  After we went to the San Marco Museum, which had rooms where monks used to live and lots of paintings of the crucifixion.  Monday we saw the Duomo, which has a multi-colored marbled exterior that was very pretty, and walked around.  We went through the Piazza della Republica and della Signoria, and the 13th century bridge, the "Ponte Vecchio".  The bridge itself is unimpressive, except for its age, but it has a bunch of jewelry shops that hang off of it over the river.  The heat had really gotten to us, though, so we decided to rest for the afternoon and get ready for Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got settled that first day, we walked through many of Rome's picturesque "piazzas".  We basically made the biggest walking loop ever, starting from our hostel to the nearby Piazza della Republica, then through Piazza della Barberini to Pazza di Spagna with its famous "Spanish Steps", and further north to Piazza del Popolo.  Most of the plazas have beautiful white buildings with elaborate sculptures, and there is always a fountain.  We finally stopped to rest by some ancient mausoleum, where it felt less scandalous to soak our feet in the fountain.  We then resumed our walk all the way down Via del Corso, where we slowly walked past its upscale shops (to get a brief blast of their air-conditioning!), past the impressive Piazza Venezia, and back to the hostel.  I can't even begin to describe how exhausted we were by the time we were done that night.  And the next day we were doing all the Roman ruins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started bright and early at the Colosseum, which is as impressive as you would imagine.  On the ground level, you can walk part-way around to see up-close the "backstage" of the stadium.  You can see the ruins of all these walls which were underneath the stage, where they would keep the wild animals before bringing them up to the stage in elevators.  Then upstairs, you can walk all the way around, with exhibits on the construction and use of the Colosseum, as well as ancient Roman customs.  Next we headed to Palatine Hill across the street, which houses many other ancient ruins, such as the House of Augustus and the Roman Forum.  (I kept waiting for something funny to happen en route so I could make a stupid comment later, but no such luck).  It was just amazing to actually see these things we'd learned so much about.  Ancient history was always at the beginning of the year, so while we always ran out of time to study WWII, I actually know my stuff on Rome.  After all the walking in the sun, though, we needed another fountain.  We headed back to Piazza Venezia and found many people with the same idea.  After cooling off, we had lunch at an Irish pub, before going back to hostel where I fell asleep for TWO HOURS.  When I finally came to, we ventured back out to the Pantheon and the Fountain of Trevi which, like most of Rome, are incredibly stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Vatican City!  We started at the Vatican Museums, where we immediately followed signs to the Sistine Chapel.  An hour later, we finally got to it, after snaking on forever through elaborate corridors filled with various collections.  The modern religious art was actually really interesting, seeing as how I never thought the Church would allow some of the styles.  So we're finally standing in the Sistine Chapel, with Michelangelo's gorgeous work on the ceiling.  And I'm too distracted thinking about how mis-educated I am to have always thought it was a dome!  It was just a flat ceiling!  (I can't tell you how many times on this trip I have seriously questioned the quality of my history education.  Although no real surprise there...)  We then went to buy stamps (we've been collecting one from each country!) and the staff there were the rudest we've encountered anywhere!  I couldn't believe it.  But anyways, we made our way back through more corridors, including the surprising collection of Egyptian artifacts, before getting in line for St. Peter's.  The dress-code is incredibly strict!  You always have to cover knees, shoulders, and upper arms, but at some churches they have thin fabric available if you need to cover up.  Here they just turned people away-- one lady had newspaper very sloppily tucked into her clothing, and was outraged when they wouldn't let her in.  The basilica itself was again very beautifully decorated (though I found San Marco in Venice the most beautiful thus far), and is apparently where everyone rubs St. Peter's foot, so that it now looks deformed.  Afterwards I got my first bruschetta in Italy, and then we walked to the busy Piazza Navona, and back to the fountain from the first day to cool off again.  Rome is hot and exhausting!  Our hostel there actually had air conditioning, though, which was a godsend.  So we stayed in and cooked that evening and took care of ourselves by reading, filing nails, writing up emails, watching House, etc.  And now we are off to the Italian and French Riviera, starting in the villages of Cinque Terre.  Will write more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-5028284426242775821?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/5028284426242775821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=5028284426242775821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5028284426242775821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5028284426242775821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-three-venice-florence-rome.html' title='Update Three: Venice, Florence, Rome'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-5906211840206917305</id><published>2008-06-18T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:47:31.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Two: Freiburg, Luzern, Munich, Salzburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kelly and I are now already in the fourth city since I last updated, so prepare yourselves for a long update! A recurring theme of the trip is getting frustrated over finding the internet. We either can't find a place with wifi, or my computer will refuse to connect to it. We end up in some sketchy internet café where we have to pay, and so we try to make it quick. It's tough because when you finally find everything you need, you are on to the next city and have to figure it out all over again! This also means we have been booking our accommodation very last minute, which is a bit stressful (and probably more expensive).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;In Freiburg last Monday, we actually just showed up that afternoon without any reservations, but ended up at a very inexpensive, very hippy youth hostel. We got a private room that was quite large, and we stayed in and cooked spaghetti that first night. We did walk around the neighborhood, and got some ice cream down the street. The next morning we got up early and went to the open-air market they have in Munsterplatz, the main square with its impressive church in the center. We bought some things for a picnic lunch and hopped a train to Titisee, a small lakeside town about a half-hour away. We wandered through the tiny center and then onto a wooded trail until we found a decent park bench. While we were eating our lunch, we heard rain which was apparently pouring down around us, but we were thankfully under a big tree. We managed to time it right to get back the train station without getting too wet. After we were back in Freiburg, we explored the city and had a cheap Italian dinner with far too much garlic. We ended the night at a small café with a delicious slice of Black Forest cake-- it has chocolate and cherries and some kind of alcohol in the mix. Because there are so many regional dishes I can't eat (meat!), I have been trying all the desserts. It works out quite well. [As a side note, I did have duck in Paris, which Kelly then reported everyone she knows.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;At 10 am Wednesday we were on the train again to Luzern, Switzerland. When we were getting off, the Swiss people who had been next to us asked where we were from. They said that from our accents, they knew we were either east coast, or from New Zealand. (I think I said "card" pretty terribly. My accent has been getting inexplicably stronger.) The hostel was pretty amazing-- we had a private room with a balcony, although it was very damp and drizzly the whole time. But the whole downstairs was very clean and cute. We had to run some some errands, and Brady called from Arizona to say hello and see where in the world we were. We ate dinner at a little pub-restaurant where a woman was very adamant about cleaning every shutter outside. My meal was basically a piece of thick bread with cheese melted over it in the oven, and then an over-easy egg on top. Very delicious and fairly cheap, but then we killed our budget on a movie that cost 16 francs! That's like $15.89 USD. It was an Irish film, "Once", that was really good, with amazing music that won an Oscar or something, but it was rather depressing. It made me want to drink heavily (I restrained myself though). The next day we had an easy morning before walking around the amazingly charming old downtown area. We looked in some of the cute shops, and then walked along the remains of the old city wall, and climbed one of the towers. We went to the bank quite a few times, trying to get rid of all our Swiss francs. We cooked dinner at the hostel (and drank Californian White Zinfandel that seemed so sweet after all the French wine I've sampled) and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday we left at 7:20 am on a 5-hour train to Munich. After check-in at our very budget hotel, we had lunch at an organic market down the street, and did our laundry nearby. Dinner was at a place "Literaturhaus" which was described in our guidebook as inexpensive gourmet. Apparently, that means French food! Kelly got quiche Lorraine, and I had a goat cheese tartinette with a flaky crust and salad on top, but the atmosphere was just really nice. We then strolled around Marienplatz, one of the main squares with a huge church (what else) and called it a night. Saturday morning we went to the Munchener Stadtmuseum, which had exhibits on Munich's history with lots of visuals. We fought our way down Kaufingerstrasse, which was filled with people in traditional costumes, to meet Sabine (Brady's German girlfriend from Nancy). She filled us in that it was Munich's 850&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary and the first weekend of celebrations. She took us around a few of the main areas and gardens, and to get lunch at a salad bar where Kelly and I both had Lowenbrau beer! We met her mother and grandparents for dessert at a café on the top floor of the oldest department store in Munich. Her family was very sweet, though communication was difficult, and I had a very good German cheesecake, with the promise that Bine would try the New York style when she comes to visit in August. We parted ways there, and Kelly and I went on an unsuccessful mission to find free internet downtown, but the hotel woman's son actually lent us his laptop for an hour so we could book our hotel for Salzburg. We then fell asleep watching Jon Stewart on CNN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday morning we went on a guided tour to Dachau, the site of a former concentration camp. We had an Irish tour guide named Patrick who was very good, but he almost made the whole group of 45 people miss the bus back. We learned a lot about the psychological torture of life there, such as giving the prisoners pockets and shelves, to highlight the fact that they had no possessions to fill them with, and pitting different groups of prisoners against each other. I can't say it was "fun" but it was really interesting and moving. When we got back to Munich, we called home from an internet café, making my mother think something bad happened, so apparently I need to call more often! We had dinner at a typical German restaurant Bine had recommended, where the waiter was really awesome. He kept smiling at us as if we were doing something really funny, but he was very friendly anyway. We went to bed and woke up early to head out to Olympia Park, where we went up a tower for a nice, misty view. But it is also right near the BMW factory and museum, so we wandered around their floor, gawking at the cars and exhibits. We then checked out and ate lunch at the train station, and grabbed our train to Salzburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That first evening we tried to walk around the main squares, but that's when we remembered that the European cup for soccer is being held in Switzerland and Austria. We've been seeing lots of fans who are very loud and dressed like maniacs, and that night it was impossible to get through the crowds. It does make it very exciting, though sometimes the car horns are still going at 1 am. We walked on the other side of the river instead, and crossed back to eat dinner at a traditional looking place. Though I ended up with "green pasta" in a Gorgonzola sauce, Kelly had "cheese dumplings" which were some unidentifiable little bits smothered in cheese. It was raining again, so we took the bus straight back to the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuesday was rough because we decided to get a pass that made practically everything free, but we only had 24 hours to do it. We started by taking the funicular to the fortress on top of a huge hill, and explored the site for a few hours-- they had a few tiny museums and shops, a short guided tour, and an incredible view. Then it was the grounds and catacombs at St. Peter's at the foot of the hill, and lunch. Next we made our way across town to the Museum of Natural History, where it was so warm I felt like I might nod off. We then took a 40 minute boat cruise down the river, where I again almost fell asleep staring at the water, until the driver decided to spin the boat in circles five times to be funny or something. We had planned to cram more in but we were too tired, even though it was only 4:30 pm. So we got coffee and hot chocolate instead, bought our next train tickets, and I actually found some cheap sneakers. We ate at the same salad-bar chain we went to with Bine, but we got meals. Kelly had steak that was too bloody, and I got some delicious veggie fajitas. So we've done absolutely nothing involving Mozart or the Sound of Music, which Salzburg is famous for, but they're everywhere you go anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Which finally brings me to today! We decided to stay an extra day in Salzburg to rest and catch up on things. Our hotel here is incredibly nice, since there were no cheap options by the time we booked, but it is definitely worth it to pay extra every once in a while. It's a 3-star hotel, the mattress and pillows are actually comfortable, we have a TV and bathroom all to ourselves, and there is wifi and a sauna downstairs. So we definitely picked a good place to have our relaxation day. We leave at 7 am tomorrow for a very long train to Venice. I need to dig out my Italian book and start studyingI'm really looking forward to this portion of the trip, and I hope we'll be on to some better weather. But I have to go pack up and hit the sauna before bed, so I'll leave you all here. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-5906211840206917305?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/5906211840206917305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=5906211840206917305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5906211840206917305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5906211840206917305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-two-germany-switzerland-austria.html' title='Update Two: Freiburg, Luzern, Munich, Salzburg'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-2332384490162611523</id><published>2008-06-09T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:48:12.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacking Europe, Update One: Paris, Bruges, Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;My blog is now coming to you from the road! I am only one week into my trip with Kelly, but already have a bit to write. Friday May 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was a rough day moving out of my apartment. Brady had left very early in the morning, and Kelly and I worked our butts off cleaning and throwing out everything he left hanging around, but we finally got out of there around 12:30. I had to turn in my keys to the landlady, so we spent the last night in Nancy in the Ibis Hotel across from the train station. We dropped off our bags and headed to the school for my final concert with the chorus, which was difficult to get through. The students are so enthusiastic and sweet; I will really miss seeing them every week. We sang "Flower of Scotland" again since it was one of our favorites from the last concert, and they had changed the lyrics of a verse to say goodbye to me. Afterwards, Jonathan and Aurelie had arranged a little aperitif in the teachers' lounge where they made me open a bottle of champagne for the first time (and I didn't kill anyone with the cork!). Most of the English teachers were also there so I said my final goodbyes, and I couldn't help welling up a bit, though I mostly kept it together. Kelly and I had a great last night in Nancy with an assistant friend Katie-- we ate delicious crepes and went to the Mezcalito, a "techno bar" next door that Pamela and I always liked. Then it was off to bed before our 7 am train to Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;We spent three and a half days in Paris, which was once again overrun with other tourists who slowed us down a bit. It also didn't help that our first budget hotel was awful (small room, small bed, shared bathroom, no breakfast, etc). When we found out you had to pay for the showers, though, that was it. We quickly changed our hotel for the next two nights, but lost a bit of time arranging everything. Still, we got to see all the important sights-- Notre Dame, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, Sacre Coeur, the Eiffel Tower, and even Versailles. We squeezed in some museums (the Conciergerie, Rodin, Carnavale, Picasso) and saw some areas I'd never visited before. We explored Montparnasse where we went up to the 56&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;floor of the tower, Place des Vosges (I was missing Lorraine!), and Place de la Republique. I even bought a new pair of women's walking sandals, so the man-sandals I bought in Quebec back in '04 have finally been retired. But after four separate trips to Paris, I still never made it to the Musee d'Orsay or the Centre Pompidou, so now I will have a good excuse to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;We left Paris on Tuesday afternoon for Bruges, Belgium, which has to be one of the most charming cities I've seen so far. All the houses have jagged, pointy roofs, and there are little canals winding between the cobblestone streets. We sampled waffles and "French" fries which are Belgian specialties, and went to a chocolate museum. Then there was the hospital museum, and though it was mostly about the church the hospital had been in, it was interesting nonetheless. Otherwise, we just strolled around the squares and markets, and ate very well. And after a bit of laundry Thursday morning, we were on the way to Amsterdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That first afternoon we just wandered around the neighborhood of our hotel. We ended up with two Frenchmen as our roommates! (I can't escape!) We had breakfast with them the next day before Kelly and I went to the Anne Frank House. Afterwards we had delicious pancakes for lunch, and went to some grill for dinner that had menus shaped like bulls' heads, and corn on the cob that tasted horrible! Since we hadn't gotten much accomplished yet, Saturday turned out to be quite busy. We started off by renting bikes for a ride out to the countryside, where we saw a windmill, and lots of farms and animals. Then we did some errands which took an unnecessarily long time, but after we went on a pleasant boat cruise through the canals. We got stuck in a sudden downpour that night, but we waited it out and had a relaxing last night downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am writing this last bit on a German train from Cologne to Freiburg. We stopped over in Cologne for a night since it was cheaper than travelling long distance on Sunday, or paying for an extra night in Amsterdam. We were pretty exhausted so we didn't do too much, but we did get to walk around a bit to see the Rhine and "The Dom" cathedral. So this week is Germany and Switzerland-- and on to places I've never seen before. I got to scope out some of this week's cities already, but even so we had some difficulties with languages, maps, and menus. I will post another blog next week to let you know how it all goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-2332384490162611523?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/2332384490162611523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=2332384490162611523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/2332384490162611523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/2332384490162611523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/06/backpacking-europe-week-one.html' title='Backpacking Europe, Update One: Paris, Bruges, Amsterdam'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-7905377926923103513</id><published>2008-05-26T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:47:58.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Salut, mes amis!  The end of my stay in Nancy is quickly approaching, and I am trying to deal with all the changes that have been happening here.  Only 5 more days in Nancy!  Kelly arrived in one piece last Wednesday, and we spent a few easy days hanging around the apartment while she adjusted to the "décalage horaire".  Now she will get to see my very exciting life here... (heavy sarcasm right there).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did get to travel with my family in the beginning of May which was really fun.  I couldn't wrap my head around seeing them in Europe with me!  Paris was fun, but overrun with tourists as always.  I think the family was also a bit tired from the travel, and still adjusting to all the little nuances of life in Europe (no forks?!).  We went to many of the places I've already been, but it is so different to experience it with other people.  We even showed our Boston sides, taking pictures in our Red Sox shirts by the Eiffel Tower, thanks to Ellen's great suggestion!  And everyone tried some rather exotic Parisian food, like steak tartar (raw hamburg-- go, Mom!)  Then it was off to Nancy, where they got to hang out with Brady and Marc, who decided to be their personal guide to all things French, like aged comté and proper wine.  We cooked at home, had a picnic in the park, and then had a nice dinner of the regional specialties downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was also my first time going to Germany-- we started in Weinheim which I found really charming.  They have beautiful gardens and forests surrounding the city, a nice town center, and it felt different than France although I can't quite explain why.  We only stayed a day there, and we were off to Cologne which has an amazing cathedral, The Dom, that I must have 50 pictures of.  We strolled downtown and along the river, had some authentic German dinners like Dad's pork knuckle, and took a cruise along the Rhine.  I think we took it slow and really got a feel for the flair of each city.  It was a bit strange saying goodbye to my family in Europe, though, and get on a train alone again. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since the end of April, I have found that everything here has changed quite a bit.  I have been finding it incredibly difficult to think about leaving behind my life in France and all the people I've met here.  It almost seems more difficult than it was to say goodbye to everyone at home, and I think it is because this is more permanent.  No matter where I go, I will always come back to Boston.  But I'm not sure that I'll ever be back in Nancy, and the people I knew here will be spread all over the world.  Pamela and Autumn, some of my closest assistant friends, have already left, so I have been spending time with a lot of other assistants through Brady.  It's a bit hard though trying to get to know more people in the last month before I leave.  And I will miss all the people I worked with here!  I finally felt comfortable with all of my colleagues and in my role at the school.  All the English teachers took me to dinner to say goodbye, which was wonderful except that it made it sink in that I am actually leaving soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Five more days...  well, really only four because Kelly and I planned some day-trips around Nancy.  &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Saturday, we went to Luxembourg city, and this Wednesday we go to Strasbourg.  But otherwise we will be here planning out the start of our trip.  &lt;/span&gt;I will have to tie up the loose ends of my life here-- cancel contracts, turn in my keys, and say goodbye to everyone.  And I still have to stuff everything into my backpack!  So I probably won't have time to write again before we leave for Paris on Saturday morning, but the laptop is coming with us on the trip.  I will try to post something up here and there, even if I don't have time to write something interesting.  But feel free to email anytime!  We fly home July 21st, so I will see you all around then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-7905377926923103513?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/7905377926923103513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=7905377926923103513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/7905377926923103513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/7905377926923103513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying goodbye'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-4378531591392920842</id><published>2008-04-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:16:56.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Salut!  I can't believe it is almost May!  As of today, I am officially unemployed, and we have entered the portion of my stay where I travel everywhere and become very poor!  I finished teaching on Monday, which was a bit strange, but mostly anticlimactic.  Mondays I don't really have my favorite classes, and at that point I thought I would be teaching on Tuesday.  I then found out that most of my classes weren't happening for various reasons, so I just went home and that was it.  I am planning to visit a few of my favorite classes in May to really say goodbye, and we still have a concert with my chorus at the end of the month.  So I haven't really had to say goodbye quite yet!  A few of the assistants are heading back to the US this week, though, so life here will be a bit different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have spent a lot of time travelling since my last update-- Pamela and I went to Cannes in southern France in February, and it was very warm, but not quite like summer yet.  Mostly we just visited with her friend Elizabeth and walked along the beach.  The next week we accompanied some students from my school to London, though we spent most of our time with the few teachers who went as well.  I got to see Mike again for a crazy night in Brighton with his very international coworkers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also celebrated my 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday with the assistants and my teacher-friend Aurelie, whose birthday is March 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.  Then it was off to Amsterdam two days later to meet up with Auntie Susan and my cousin Nick from California.  We stayed with her friend Anthony who was very welcoming and has an amazing apartment.  We spent some time sightseeing at the Anne Frank house, the Van Gogh museum, the Rijksmuseum, and seeing all the canals (and the Red Light district!).  &lt;span style=""&gt;We also dined really well all week, and I don't think I've ever eaten so much good vegetarian food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lately I have been really trying to experience life in Lorraine.  I've been to a bingo night in the middle of the countryside with the two Aurelie's, and a soccer game between Nancy and Paris with Brady and Sabine.  I have been going to new areas of Nancy as well, whether for bowling or walking or drinking.  To get to know French people better, I decided to look into doing a language exchange.  I have been seeing a 24-year old riot cop, Marc, often and comparing the French and American outlook on a lot of things.  This vacation he showed me the Vosges mountain range in southeast Lorraine, so I got to do some hiking and speak with his family as well.  I hate that I finally feel that I'm making French friends and fitting in here and getting comfortable, and it is almost time to pack it up.  Marc tells me there is a French expression that says travelling gives you an experience of both birth and death, and I think that couldn't be more true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I am starting to focus more on my travel plans-- my family is coming to Paris tomorrow!  We will be spending three days there, then two days in Nancy meeting everyone here, and then we're off to Germany to see  the Mannheim area and Cologne.  I am so excited, but I really can't believe that it is already May.  Then I have just a few weeks to arrange things, and Kelly will arrive May 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, and then we will travel for 7 weeks in June and July.  I think it will be a nice transition between life here and back home, and give me some time to adjust.  Well, I have to get to the grocery store before it closes-- we are having a Mexican dinner night at the apartment, and I will have to say goodbye to Pamela ce soir.  I hope all is well with everyone at home.  I look forward to seeing everyone and hearing your stories from the year.  A bientot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-4378531591392920842?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/4378531591392920842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=4378531591392920842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/4378531591392920842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/4378531591392920842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/04/middle-months.html' title='The Middle Months'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-2955160491170818425</id><published>2008-02-07T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:15:07.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh, it's 2008!!! (and February already!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Wow, two months since the last update!  That is shameful! Life has been sort of evening out here, I guess.  I have had a lot of time to think lately!  A group of our English-speaking friends went home in December, since people are here for different jobs and programs, and now some of the German assistants will head home in March.  I've been trying to work on my written French, and start up with Italian a bit.  But I've also been trying to pay more attention to how beautiful the city is!  When I arrived, I was too busy and stressed to notice much, and afterwards everything had already faded into the background.  Also, I have stayed in France for all my recent short trips, and found I actually missed my apartment and my regular spots for errands and going out, and even just knowing what bus to take.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In December, I went to Strasbourg twice.  It is in Alsace, about an hour and a half away by train, and they have a famous Christmas market.  The first time, I just went by myself for the afternoon to do some shopping and get in the holiday spirit (since there isn't really snow here!).  Then at the end of the month, my roommate Brady's dad, brother, and friend from Texas came to visit in Nancy before they toured around for Christmas.  They invited me to come with them overnight on the 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; to Stasbourg before they were heading into Germany, so rather spontaneously, I decided that I should go!  We spent a while finding a hotel, and sorting out train issues, but then we had a great time just wandering around the city and sharing some mulled wine (vin chaud, or Glüwein in German) outside in the cold, and chatting over a game of darts in a bar while Brady's dad fell asleep watching us!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Then I headed home alone to spend a quiet Christmas in my now empty apartment!  Autumn's dad and stepmom were here to visit, though, so I was invited out for Christmas dinner with them, and her and I made dinner for them another night too.  Then next night, I stayed overnight at Aurelie's, watching French films and English comedy and just relaxing.  She is a 26 year old first-year English teacher at the school who is super sweet, and we get along very well.  Then for New Year's, Autumn was off to London, but Pamela and I were invited over by some French folks we often sit next to at this one bar, though we don't talk with them too much.  There were only about ten of us there, so we had to speak with them a bit more but found they were all very warm, and we all had a great, if slightly awkward, time.  And now we see them at the bar and actually chat with them and know their names!  So all in all the holidays weren't too bad-- I was able to spend quality time with people and enjoy myself, but it wasn't quite the traditional Christmas I'm used to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;January 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; I hopped on a train to Grenoble, a small city near Lyon, further south in France.  It is right in the middle of the mountains, and so beautiful!  The only place I can compare it to is Colorado maybe, only French.  I stayed in the hostel, and had a wonderful time cooking with other young travelers in the kitchen.  I met a girl from England who was teaching in Scotland, two guys from the Czech Republic, and one from Slovakia.  We didn't go out anywhere together, but it was nice to have friendly conversation over dinner.  The second day I headed to a ski resort, but instead of actually skiing I went ice skating for a few hours (my ankles did NOT feel good after that) and then I hung out in the spa area.  I found out what a hammam is, and went in a jacuzzi and sauna.  Very relaxing... but then I took a train to Paris the next day, spent the night at the Louvre (free for youth on Friday nights!), and then met up with Mike and his girlfriend the next morning.  I revisited Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower, but actually went to the tops of both this time, and got to wander around some different neighborhoods.  But Paris felt different this time, like it was just too big and exhausting for me.  I still love it, but was very glad to get home to Nancy and my familiar neighborhoods!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Since then it has been back to work!  I have been teaching my students about the elections, which totally baffle them (me too), the death penalty, vacations, writing dialogues... anything, basically.  Each class is doing something different!  But I still try to use the lessons that go well with as many classes as possible.  The terminale students (12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade) are preparing to take their BAC, an exam that they have to pass in order to graduate.  There are different programs in high schools here, so not every class will have exactly the same test, but most of them have to take an oral exam in English.  I think they are finally panicking and paying attention to me more.  Nothing like fear to get them to listen, eh?  More exciting for me, we have actually started a chorus at the school with Aurelie, Jonathan (the teacher from England), and I.  There are only six or seven students, but they are such a good group!  I have them all in class too, so I feel like I am really getting to know them.  We had two small shows for Christmas, one at the school and one at a library downtown, and we have two more coming up in early March where we will sing national anthems from English-speaking countries.  We've already learned Flower of Scotland, God Save the Queen, and the Star-Spangled Banner, of course.  I have to learn the French one, La Marseillaise, quickly since I'm the only one that doesn't already know it perfectly!  I will be sure to keep you posted on the students, and my next travels-- we have another vacation in one week!  And I will be sure to get the pictures up right away.  I hope you are all well, and I would love to hear your stories from home too.  Miss everyone!  Happy February!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-2955160491170818425?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/2955160491170818425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=2955160491170818425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/2955160491170818425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/2955160491170818425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhh-its-2008-and-february-already.html' title='Ahhh, it&apos;s 2008!!! (and February already!)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-8287395000919569143</id><published>2007-12-04T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T02:47:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of November...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I cannot believe how much time has past!  I have had a rather busy month working, traveling, and arranging my "French life".  First: I have found an apartment!  I haven't moved in yet, since we are only getting the electricity (and thus, heat) turned on today, and I still need to buy bedding.  There is an IKEA about an hour away, so I'll be heading there this week.  I do wish that the apartment were a bit closer to downtown and a bit more French, but it is completely new (converted from an old hotel) and furnished!  It's also a little weird leaving all of the other assistants who live with me here in the basement.  It will definitely be a new start, but I hope we will be able to see each other as often as we do now. Although I will be living with another American assistant, Brady, and he seems to have a million friends, so that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I forget, some guy Ryan from Ottawa commented on my last post, requesting my mailing address.  So now I actually have one to give you: 24 rue du General Hulot, 54000 Nancy, France.  Of course, the entrance with the mailboxes isn't finished yet... but I should still be able to get mail!  I will have to post pictures up on Shutterfly once our lights are on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, secondly, I am terribly sorry to be sooooo bad at staying updated on this thing.  Although I have had a busy month, that is no excuse!  Thanks to those of you who harassed me for an update, it really does help snap me back into reality.  So I guess we left off before I went to London at the end of October, wow!  The trip was great; hopefully you all saw the pictures already anyway.  I spent the weekend in Paris on the way, so I finally got to see all the big landmarks.  I have to say that before Paris, it still hadn't sunk in that I was in France at all.  But as soon as I came up from the metro near the Champs Elysées, I could immediately see Place de la Concord, with the Eiffel Tower way off in the distance.  It was really overwhelming, it just hit me right in the face that I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PARIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!  It was pretty cool, but then also strange to wrap my head around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I spent the weekend walking on air around Paris— I started by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Louvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; and the gardens near it, and saw the Egyptian obelisk at Place de la Concorde, at the other end of the gardens.  Then I stupidly attempted to walk to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;, and it was WAY farther than it looked on the map, so I took the metro, and then walked to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; from there.  Then I collapsed at the hostel.  It wasn't the best place ever, but I shared my room with some French man and his two adorable French children.  They were really friendly and asked me all kinds of questions (just like my students!).  I also got to see the underground&lt;/span&gt; catacombs (creepy as hell by yourself), Montmartre, Sacre Coeur, Notre Dame... but I didn't really go into anything except the cathedrals, and the Musée de l'Homme (Museum of Man).  I will have to go back for the many incredible museums, and the other parts of the city that there just wasn't time for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;England was also pretty amazing!  I spent most of the week in Brighton, where my friend&lt;br /&gt;Mike lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;They have a million little independent shops and restaurants everywhere, so it had a really hip atmosphere.  And it was so nice to be near water again!  I don't know why it matters, but I like knowing it's there.  Then London was &lt;/span&gt;an hour train ride each way, so I only went one day alone, and one day with Mike.  But I got to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; walk around the West End and Soho where all the theatres are, and see all the ones I studied in theatre history classes.  Then there's an area east of that called Covent Gardens, which is exactly like Fanueil Hall and Quincy Market, only bigger.  I also went by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;, the Parliament Buildings, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Westminster Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;.  Then Mike came with me to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Tower of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; where they imprisoned a great many people (and where they keep the crown jewels!), and the Tower Bridge with its huge engine room, and finally the reconstruction of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, which was completely amazing.  Mike and I also took a day-trip out to Dover, where they have famous white cliffs that we couldn't really see, but there is also an incredible military fort/castle that we explored for a few hours.  So it was a great trip, and great to catch up with Mike and meet all his roommates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Since then I have mostly been working a lot on lesson plans, and trying to get students to listen to me.  Some classes I just stay in the room with the teacher, but some I take half the class by myself.  It is very difficult to figure out how much to bring to fill exactly 50 minutes!  And it seems like each class is working on a different lesson, or each teacher wants to present the lesson differently, so I always have to create completely new worksheets.  Last week I made a crossword of crime-related vocabulary, which I was pretty proud of!  They were so quiet, it was great.  Mostly though, it is just finding a picture or cartoon online, and making them describe it, and then having a discussion.  But it does not always go as smoothly as planned... no major behavior problems though, so I can't really complain.  And some of them are so smart they surprise me, and some are just so sweet.  I want to bring them all home! (And some days I want to run away, haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;This is already turning into a novel (as always) but I should also mention that I went to Brussels this past weekend with Pamela!  We were there less than 48 hours, since it was a nice four-hour train ride each way, but it was still fun.  We walked around on Saturday and saw a bunch of beautiful buildings and skylines, and ummm, drank a whole bunch.  The next day rained all day, which I guess is common for Belgium, so we went to the Atomium, which is basically a gigantic model atom.  I thought it would be all about science, but it was actually about life in the 1950s, since it was built for an exhibition in 1958.  That was really all we had time for, but we got a little taste, anyway!  I have decided that I need to learn more about architecture styles before I continue touring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt; though.  I have seen sooo many beautiful buildings, which are all so detailed and ornate, but after a while they are all blurring together in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;Anyways, I'm going to stop myself here!  That was a huge pain to write, that'll teach me to wait so long to update.  Hope everyone's Thanksgiving went well, and the Christmas shopping is coming along.  I am missing everyone a bunch, I keep thinking that I see some of you on the street, but then I realize that I'm clearly hallucinating or something (I think I need visitors!)  Have a good week, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-8287395000919569143?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/8287395000919569143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=8287395000919569143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8287395000919569143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8287395000919569143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2007/12/month-of-november.html' title='The month of November...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-5017951145798639309</id><published>2007-10-25T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:47:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'bout them Red Sox?</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!   Again, sorry for the delay, but I think I've talked to a good many people individually since the last update, and it's getting easier now that most of the background info has been covered.  So, today started off fairly well when I checked the score this morning and saw that the Red Sox killed in game 1!  It's awful because the games start at 2 am in France, so I have to agonize over it all night, and then read about all the plays the next morning.  And it's not descriptive enough... if someone flies out, it could have been a routine catch or an amazing dive into a wall, you know?  (I've been watching the Rugby World Cup as a substitute, but it ended with South Africa winning last weekend.  France was in the top four, but lost to England so everyone here was depressed.)  Anyways, ESPN now lets you download individual games afterwards for $2, so let me know which ones were incredible to watch.  13-1?  They are out of control... hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also woke up today to a sore throat, so that was less exciting!  I have not been able to shake a stuffy nose for a week and a half either, because I'm not really resting enough.  I'm working on it!  But they have this amazing numbing throat spray here, I have three boxes of tea, and no classes today.  I have a full day tomorrow, but then we have a vacation!  I finally bought all my train tickets and coordinated everything.  I will be leaving Saturday night for Paris on the TGV, and staying in the 13th arrondissement near the Latin Quarter, Place d'Italie, and Chinatown for a few days.  Then Tuesday morning I get to ride the very expensive Eurostar to London to visit my friend Mike!  He is living and working in Brighton for the next few years, so I will be staying with him until the following Tuesday.  Then I start working again on Thursday Nov. 8.  I've only worked 4 weeks, and I get a 12 day vacation!  France is awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am missing quite a bit from home, too.  It goes without saying that I miss my family and all my friends; it's hard to go from talking almost daily to very rarely.  But I did thankfully get in touch with a lot of people these last two weeks!  Thank you to everyone who emailed and sent pictures.  It's great to hear about little things from home, and to see cute babies, the dog, or Kyle with a gun (oh my god!).  It's too bad you can't send food through email— it's delicious here, but I miss Kowloon and pizza without goat cheese, ha ha.  I am also really missing your yoga class, Mary!  I did find a class at a YMCA type-place, so I will be trying it out after vacation.  I haven't seen any yoga mats yet, and you can't really do it on a linoleum floor... though I did try!  I also would kill for a dryer right now, no one really uses them here.  It's not so bad (it is very good for the environment!) except that my jeans are now all stretched out, and my clothes don't have that dryer-sheet smell.  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may also be moving into an apartment downtown, but like everything else, it's up in the air.  I've requested to see it today, but have been waiting for the agency to contact the proprietor and get back to me.  I would be living with Pamela and Brady (see my last post), and a French guy named Pierre who is studying in Nancy.  The apartment is for November 1st, though, when we're on break, so I'm not sure how it will go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, the teacher from Scotland, invited the whole English department for dinner last night.  There were 10 of us altogether, and sooo much food.  We had olives, bread with tapenade (and cheese?), and some kind of flaky pastry tart for appetizers while we chatted and played with his two adorable little sons.  Dinner was Indian inspired, with some super-spicy pork dish I avoided, rice, korma, a cashew dish, a tomato chutney, stuffed eggplant, lentils, bread.... and I was sadly mistaken for thinking that was it.  Then we had salad and a selection of cheeses, and then dessert with a chocolate mousse, an apple tart, and coffee.  Everyone also insisted I try the champagne, white wine, AND red wine, then accused me of coming to France for their alcohol, and threatened to tell my parents!  They are all really sweet, I am so glad that I am working with such great people.  And then, with stomachs full of wine and great food, everyone started singing traditional English and Scottish songs, and asked me what we sang at dinner at home.  Ha!  So to throw in something American for me, they sang Yankee Doodle.  Hmmm... we are actually starting up a choir at the school, so hopefully I can redeem myself with some better American songs for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's noon so I should probably shower.  I slept so late because the teachers kept me out until 1 am!  This afternoon I have to run more errands downtown, and get organized for my trip.  Tonight I am going to see a circus with some of the other assistants!  I've never been to one, I'm a bit skeptical, but it should be fun.  I will be sure to post pictures of it, and my trip to Paris and London!  I will now be putting all my photos on &lt;a href="http://sizzicupo.shutterfly.com"&gt;sizzicupo.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;, so it's a lot easier and more organized.  I will be taking my laptop on vacation, too, so feel free to send me your thoughts whenever!  Stay well, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-5017951145798639309?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/5017951145798639309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=5017951145798639309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5017951145798639309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/5017951145798639309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-bout-them-red-sox.html' title='How &apos;bout them Red Sox?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-8286090322438027639</id><published>2007-10-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:45:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More craziness</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  A bit overdue for an update, I know, I hope people weren't too worried or desperate for reading material.  I have plenty of stories, though!  First off, they found my backpack!  I couldn't believe it, but it was eleven days without clothes!  But at least it is here.  Coincidentally, they found it right when Janet called and harassed them, but supposedly they had already found it in Boston underneath one of the belts.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I started observing classes, although I still had to introduce myself and answer all sorts of questions.  "Do you have a husband?"  "Do you have a boyfriend?"  "Do you have children?" (and in that order, too!)  They also asked me if I liked President Bush, what I thought about Sarkozy's election, and whether I liked French men.  They are quite the inquisitive group of kids!  I got my tentative schedule, which has two alternating weeks.  One week I will have Tuesday and Thursday off, the other week I get to go in much later on Friday.  It's not really balanced at all, and I have a single one-hour class every Wednesday, essentially ruining an extra long break every second week, but I like everyone I am working with.  I am working primarily with students in their last two years of high school, and just a few who are sophomore age, and one class of post-grad business students.  It should be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met many more language assistants this week.  There is a guy Brady who is from Arizona, who I had talked online about the trip before I even left.  He and I went out with a few of the girls I live with, and he has introduced us to other people in the program too.  After dinner together that first night, the other girls went home very early, so Brady and I grabbed a drink at an Irish bar.  This girl overheard us talking English in the bar, and it turns out that she was also an English assistant in Nancy!  (This has happened to us so many times, because people get very excited to hear English in a sea of French.)  Her name was Pamela, and she kept saying that I looked familiar, but I get that a lot, and she's from Ohio so it seemed unlikely.  The very next day, we had another English assistant move in... and it was her!  So we were telling everyone about our coincidental meeting, but the story actually got even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking for a while about our colleges, and what study abroad programs we had done, and we realized we both had done the Quebec summer program at Laval.  So I showed her some pictures on my computer, and the very first one I pull up, she is IN IT.  We were in the same exact class!!!  Only she had long hair two years ago, and now it is very short, so I didn't recognize her.  Yeah, we spent five weeks in Canada in the same classroom together.  How crazy is that?!  So now people have heard us tell the story to everyone we meet, and they keep rolling their eyes at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a crazy drunk woman from Ohio, and her friend Cesar, when we were talking English at another restaurant.  She seemed cool, but then she was wasted an hour later, and was being the stereotypical obnoxious American in Europe.  She kept saying "good evening" to our waitress over and over, and the woman had no idea what to do.  Then the other night, we bumped into a bunch of guys from England who are here working for a few months.  When we walked by, they actually said "Bonjour, Madame" to each of us, which was strange because everyone in France has been calling us Mademoiselle.  So I thought that some French guy thought I looked like an older married woman.  Turns out, they were just British and spoke literally no French.  So we hung out with them since no French people will talk with us (I can't imagine why), and we all decided to meet the next day.  For whatever reason, everyone kept backing out one by one, so it ended up that it was just me and Charlie, one of the British guys. Some of the other assistants stayed with me for a little bit in case he suddenly seemed dangerous or something, but then he and I walked around to find someplace for dinner.  We ended up at some Italian place, and it was really weird because it felt so much like a date, even though it wasn't supposed to be a date.   It was a little awkward, but he is super nice and super British.  Today, we bumped into them in another Irish restaurant, while trying to meet up with yet another assistant.  Either there are a lot of English people here, or Nancy is a really small city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not even the half of it really, but I will have to give more specific stories about the students and the other assistants and teachers later.  I'm still alive though, and promise I'll be better at updating.  Also!  I won't be putting any more pictures on this site because it is too annoying.  I have been using Shutterfly, but I can't figure out how other people look at it yet.  I will post the link with my next update.  Have a good couple of days everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-8286090322438027639?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/8286090322438027639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=8286090322438027639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8286090322438027639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/8286090322438027639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-craziness.html' title='More craziness'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-7126643148033431230</id><published>2007-09-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:24:04.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quick photos...</title><content type='html'>These are just a few pictures to start out with... I posted a some slightly different ones on my French blog, so if you click "view my complete profile" you can link right over to it. I'm going to have to use a different site altogether for pictures, though, I think. This was incredibly annoying. Anyways, enjoy these for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqtSXYeuNI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1FbrCxUzUs/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114590857858562258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqtSXYeuNI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1FbrCxUzUs/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nancy from afar, which is the view about thirty seconds from the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqryHYeuMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGngXT1CsNg/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114589204296153282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqryHYeuMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RGngXT1CsNg/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;City Hall at night in the middle of Place Stanislas, down-town Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqrCHYeuLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3ZWZ9FBgnh0/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114588379662432434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqrCHYeuLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3ZWZ9FBgnh0/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fountain with a gilded gate in a corner of place Stanislas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/Rvqqk3YeuKI/AAAAAAAAABs/QUuOzT7crLo/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114587877151258786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/Rvqqk3YeuKI/AAAAAAAAABs/QUuOzT7crLo/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some gorgeous images from "Son et lumière" projected onto the front of City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqopnYeuJI/AAAAAAAAABk/24FWQBIGpKg/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114585759732381842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqopnYeuJI/AAAAAAAAABk/24FWQBIGpKg/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqoZ3YeuII/AAAAAAAAABc/q9rSFI3wMzY/s1600-h/keyboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114585489149442178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqoZ3YeuII/AAAAAAAAABc/q9rSFI3wMzY/s320/keyboard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to expand this to see where the keys are, it's ridiculous. You have to shift to put in a period!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-7126643148033431230?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/7126643148033431230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=7126643148033431230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/7126643148033431230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/7126643148033431230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-quick-photos.html' title='Some quick photos...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_02Qwe0zzO2U/RvqtSXYeuNI/AAAAAAAAACE/t1FbrCxUzUs/s72-c/IMG_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-987649807039509495.post-6811843705362270358</id><published>2007-09-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:29:13.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My crazy first week!</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've been in France for nearly a week already. And what a busy and frustrating week it has been! To start, the plane rides weren't terrible, and the airport in Iceland was gorgeous. It's all hardwood floors and lots of windows and glass everywhere. And everything was in English, including the music. A weird song by The Cure was playing as I was buying a snack! On the way to Paris, I was next to a French guy named Johann who was 27, and does something with computers where he travels a lot. He decided he was my personal airport guide, and helped me find my way to the right terminals in Paris to find my baggage..... and then to the lost baggage office when one of my bags didn't show. The airline lost my huge backpack with ALL of my clothes in it, except pajamas, one outfit, and what I was wearing on the plane. As of right now, they still haven't located it so I'm getting nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my week has been spent walking everywhere in search of clothing. I haven't bought too much because if my backpack is located, I will have too many clothes and too little money. But the way it's looking.... I probably should start buying more. My feet and calves are very weary, though! Aside from that, it's been a great experience so far. Every weekday at 10 am, all the teachers have a short break, so I've been hanging out there to meet everyone. I've gotten to know a few of the English teachers, most of whom are not natively from France. Jonathan is from England, and is incredibly friendly and generous, and VERY British! He hasn't said "cheerio!" or anything, but he basically has that type of cheerfulness and energy at all times. There are two women named Aurelie, who are first year teachers, and Ian who is from Scotland (I think!) and also has a very refined-sounding accent. There are also two Cecile's, and Simone who is the head of the English department. Everyone has been very sweet, welcoming, and sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Jonathan invited me to see the choir he sings in. He drove me and and two of the women from the choir to an old church in a distant suburb. The concert was long (while sitting in a pew), and it was freezing, but it was really cool to be out in the French countryside listening to this gorgeous music. I even chatted in French with the older woman next to me, who was very sweet. From what I have seen outside of Nancy, it is mostly farmland, organized into tiny villages with probably less than thirty buildings each, which were all along this one road. We also passed a castle that I will try to get back to for pictures, but it was impressive just in passing, with a moat and everything! After that, I went to Jonathan's charming French house and met his wife and three children, and embarrassed myself when I tried to shake everyone's hand, instead of kissing their cheeks. The children were really polite though, but I personally think they got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called home and woke everyone up Saturday morning (how about that time difference!), and was happy to talk to Mom and Dad, but not so happy to receive the news that my grandmother, Oma, had passed away. For those who maybe don't know, my grandmother had Parkinson's disease, and was diagnosed before I was even born. So thankfully, we were somewhat prepared for this, and I got to spend time with her just before I left. As Dad said recently, she was "one tough old lady" (or something like that!). I'll miss her, but it is definitely better that she no longer has to struggle. It is difficult being here, but I know there is not much I can do, and I know my mom and aunt have plenty of people at home to support them in my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, rather than stay alone in my room and be miserable, I took some of Jonathan's choir friends up on their invitation to see a variety show. They played a lot of traditional French songs, with piano, harmonica, and accordion. It was very appropriate as it reminded me quite a bit of the German music my grandmother used to play. I found it interesting that the harmonica player was the mayor of the village we had visited the night before. He performed both nights, actually, which was a bit awkward with the choir on Friday, but really amazing with the blues band on Saturday. It was just funny watching him, knowing that he was this important guy, but also because Jonathan kept calling the harmonica a "mouth organ". British English is awesome, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday wasn't great because I tried to shop, forgetting that everything is basically shut down. The bar across the street doesn't serve food on the weekends, and I hadn't gone grocery shopping. But I found a gas station with a little store attached, and unlike at home, it's more like a mini-grocers with fresh fruit and bread. But without internet in my room yet, there wasn't much to do besides read and rest (I have slept sooo much this week, it is ridiculous.) I did get to see a "sound and light" show that night downtown, which was actually very elaborate. The very gorgeous, historic city hall building served as the "projection screen" for different animations, like fish swimming, constellations, moving people... it was impressive. (I have a lot of pictures I will put up later, I forgot to bring my camera to the computer lab.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is slowly settling into place, so I should have better access to the internet in a few days, and the other assistants will be arriving as well (just me so far!). The housing at the school leaves something to be desired, so I will start for an apartment this week, too. The room itself is very nice, although small, but it is in a bare hallway with shared bathrooms and showers. Both of those are very basic, worse than at any dorm I lived in. The kitchen has two burners which are integrated into the top of the microwave, and a mini-fridge for the floor to share. It might be hard, though, to find a furnished apartment with a well-equipped kitchen, on one of the four bus lines to my school, that is inexpensive and still decent. But we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, before I forget! I also did buy a cell phone this week, so if you need to call me at great personal expense, my direct number is: &lt;strong&gt;06 59 25 96 51&lt;/strong&gt;. From the U.S., though, you have to dial &lt;strong&gt;011 33&lt;/strong&gt; before my number, and then leave off the initial zero. If you should be in France visiting a certain someone, you would just dial the number as is. Whew! I think that's all for now... I don't expect most of my posts to be such long day-to-day accounts, but I guess everything seems significant so far. I have found a lot of amusing differences in the culture and language already, but it is just too much to write for now. I will save some stories for later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me messages, I would love to hear what is going on in Boston (or California, NH, Canada, or wherever else) and in all of your lives. You can leave me messages here, or by email at &lt;a href="mailto:mustardseed84@yahoo.com"&gt;mustardseed84@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will be missing everyone! And thank you again for all of your parting gifts. I've been looking stylish with my new tote and watch, taking lots of pictures to fill the albums and notebooks, and I've been flashing my Red Sox pen everywhere! You are all in my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la prochaine,&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/987649807039509495-6811843705362270358?l=sizzicupo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/feeds/6811843705362270358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=987649807039509495&amp;postID=6811843705362270358' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/6811843705362270358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/987649807039509495/posts/default/6811843705362270358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sizzicupo.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-crazy-first-week.html' title='My crazy first week!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
