Things had calmed down around here... actually that's not true. Our internet's still broken. Christmas is coming. My roommates returned from their weekend trips. Chili was bubbling on the stove. Lesson plans were on the table. And I'm going on a mid-week trip to Normandy tomorrow. But then, I turned the faucet of our kitchen sink, and it came off in my hand.
Only a bit of water sprayed uncontrollably. I stupidly tried to reattach it with the force of gravity plus my arm. But no. The copperish metal spout will not heal itself. For the record, brute American strength did not snap the French faucet. It was already decaying from calcaire and rust. Water here is so hard, everything gets covered in white bits and you have to clean it off with special products (they just call it calcaire). Should have just let the dishes lie in the sink dirty. Kids, let this be a lesson, never wash dishes in France. It's risky.
This week there will be lots of traveling to make up for not going anywhere this weekend (plans for Paris were called on account of rain and high winds). It's hard staying here with nothing to do for more than one day at a time. Europe beckons. It's so easy to leave. So tomorrow (don't have to work because my teacher has a meeting) and Wednesday, we'll be in Bayeux (of tapestry fame). Saturday, Paris. Sunday, Brugges.
It's just bad because sometimes school seems like an inconvenience. Rather than a necessity of being here. The problem lies in working just enough hours to keep us around, but not enough to keep us busy. But who am I to complain?
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