My "Stage" in Caen

Hi all and sundry!
I'm back from a week off in travel land. So you get a blog post about an event that went down 2 weeks ago, and I didn't have time to post about before I trotted of to vacation. Lucky you! It's a long video, but I tried to make it reasonably entertaining. Watch it, then keep reading for the bits that I forgot to put in, or just skipped to keep this a semi-reasonable length and keep you lot sane. (Yes, I know it's pointlessly long, and I ramble, but it took freaking forever to load so if you'd at least pretend you sat through all 11 minutes I'd appreciate it.)




I forgot to mention the bit where we nearly ran out of gas on the road back to Flers/Domfront. Good times. No worries though, we found a gas station in time.
I also forgot to give you the total time we were lost between school A and B: One HOUR. Oh yeah. Being lost for a whole hour, in a not enormous town, that takes real skill people. Real skill.


Omitted details:

-I met another Oregon kid at the stage. We really are all over in this program. I'm super proud of Oregon for representing.

- How lost we got on the way back to "high school A". We had directions from A to B, but not B to A. Whoops. Sadly, in France, the whole idea of "back-tracking" goes caddywhompus. You can't back-track. Old cities and their layouts don't let that fly. So we ended up on a highway heading the wrong way, got on the Peripherique...and stuck in traffic. Whoops. Now, ideally the Peripherique takes you all the way around the city, so it would have worked...eventually... But the traffic was horrid. So we got off, and Finn and his car magically found the castle again. So we began operation retrieval...again. We did find school A eventually though.

- We did end up picking up my roommate from the Spanish stage as well as Finn's. Which was nice, and saved the very accommodating man from our Collège having to come up and pick her up again.

- Possibly the biggest omission is how much swearing actually went down. Finn the Scotsman clearly appreciated having another anglophone in the car with him. We did a good bit of swearing, and actually got to do some sharing of new words and phrases. Apparently "clusterf*ck" is not a phrase known in Scotland. We had a reasonably good time together.