Blogs from Franche-Comté, France, Europe - page 3

Saying goodbye to Besancon was not easy. After five months, this place had become my home. And it's people had become my friends. The streets are worn into my mind like a spider web. I'm going to let these pictures speak for themselves. They are of a trip to Arc-en-Senans, scenes from campus, random outtakes, and pics from my last day in Besancon when I visited my favorite spots in town one last time.... read more

For those of you who don't know, my lovely region of Franche-Comte is divided into four departments: Doubs (where Besancon is), Haute-Saone, Jura (where Saint Lupicin is), and the Territory of Belfort. For this weekend adventure, Charline led us into the Territory of Belfort, a department I hadn't visited before. Friday, May 7 I wasn't sure I was going with Charline because I had been sick the past couple of days. I went to the doctor Friday morning and she said I had a "gastro", which I guess just means a gastro-intestinal virus. She sent me to the pharmacy, and after taking the first doses of medicine, I started to feel better. Charline convinced me to come for the weekend since I was starting to feel better. Originally other friends were supposed to come, but plans ... read more

Friday, April 23 Hey! That's today! We woke early and had a quick breakfast at the hostel. We took the metro to Gare de Lyon and tried to get refunded for our original ticket to return to Besancon that were for Monday. They gave me a claims form to fill out, though I think I'll go to the SNCF office here and see what I can do. It seemed like we were home free on the ride to Besancon, until the Conductor announced that we would be delayed 20 minutes due to a fire near the train tracks in Dijon. Between broke-down buses, volcanoes, train strikes, faulty planes, metro accidents, and fires it really is a miracle that I made it back in one piece! Needless to say, at approximately 1:15pm today, Cyntia and I ... read more

They say that you should never accept rides from strangers. And the people who tell you this are absolutely right…for the most part. But when you have class until 7:30pm and then find out at the bus stop that the buses aren’t running because of the snow, and you find yourself in the deserted downtown with no way to get back to your residence hall (which is inconveniently on the outskirts of town), not to mention you have no idea how to even get there if you were crazy enough to try and walk, somehow a ride (heck, you don’t even care with who) starts to sound good. At the bus stop there was another girl waiting. After talking with her and finding out that she had been sitting there for a while and had seen ... read more

Thanks to Christine, for suggesting that I borrow her camera and take pictures for you guys! I hope this gives you an idea of where I'll be spending the better part of the next five months. Before I get into my first day of class, I'd like to tell you about a game that I recently invented. It's called Trashball. HISTORY: invented out of bordom and laziness. YOU WILL NEED: one bag of trash, and one dumpster. OBJECTIVE: to get the trahbag into the dumpster. HOW TO PLAY: after tying up my trash and relizing that since it was the weekend, it would not be collected for another day, but still anxious to get the smelly bag out of my olfactory radius, and relizing that there was a dumpster near by building, I thought about taking ... read more