By Emily Sloan, â€˜05 Fourth in a series about daily life in a small French village Greetings from the Vosges! As I mentioned, the first few weeks of any new experience always seem to be the hardest for me, as my doubts about the entire situation overwhelm reason, and I wonder if I was too rash in deciding to come, what on earth I am really accomplishing here, and so forth.
by Emily Sloan, '05 Fifth in a series about daily life in a small French village I awoke this morning to a mist-laden village laced with frost and the sound of my gas heater humming. It's back to work today after a ten-day break in honor of All Saint's Day, and frankly I'm not in the mood for the classroom. But can you blame me? I've just returned from an incredible trip to northern Provence in southeastern France.
by Emily Sloan, '05
This is the second in a series about daily life in a small French village.
By Emily Sloan
Third in a series about daily life in a small French village
As promised, a few observations on the French relationship to the environment (based on a short stay as an ignorant American in one very small and possibly non-representative town in northeastern France). What the French seem to have down:
Original Post by Elli Caldwell, Nov. 22, 2006