Lacoste
I have finally made it here. Actually, I made it last night and today was my first chance to get on the computer. Even the computer lab is quaint.
Every flight I had, three connections, was individually delayed by mechanical or weather related problems. Therefore it took a long time to get to Marseille. Charles De Gaulle was the worst. Because I was late getting into Paris, I had to wait in line to get a new transfer to Marseille. This shouldn't have been a problem as there were three more flights that afternoon. However, I had to wait two and a half hours in that line so I missed most of the flights. They scheduled me to fly out in five more hours, with a free food voucher. This would have been somewhat tolerable (not really) if language weren't such a problem on it's own. I could barely say hello to people, so how was I going to ask for a smoked turkey on rye with all the fixin's? So I had McDonald's. Even that was like pulling nails. So my first meal in France was a supersized number one.
Anyway, my checked bag never made it to Marseille so now I have very few clothes and no art supplies. They said that it would be delivered today, but you know how that goes.
Lacoste is beautiful. I went for a walk early this morning with my roommate, Tylor. The fog was rolling off the top of the ridge and floating in the valley below. It reminded me almost exactly of southern California mornings, except in an ancient town. I am staying in a house that is just under the Chateau de Marquis de Sade, a castle-like ruin, which is on top of the ridge. I am super excited to explore the town and surrounding area (mostly vineyards).
I was hard to sleep last night. Probably because of jet lag, but mostly because I really missed Marigold. She would have really been nice to have around in the Paris ariport, due to her knowledge of the language. Butt she would have been even nicer to have around last night. My roommate is deaf so he wouldn't even care about us once the lights are out. Really, though, it sucks being in a new, beautiful place without the one you love. I was telling people earlier today that I am not allowed to go Italy on our upcoming break. They thoguht that was Silly. I hit those bastards in the nose.
Every flight I had, three connections, was individually delayed by mechanical or weather related problems. Therefore it took a long time to get to Marseille. Charles De Gaulle was the worst. Because I was late getting into Paris, I had to wait in line to get a new transfer to Marseille. This shouldn't have been a problem as there were three more flights that afternoon. However, I had to wait two and a half hours in that line so I missed most of the flights. They scheduled me to fly out in five more hours, with a free food voucher. This would have been somewhat tolerable (not really) if language weren't such a problem on it's own. I could barely say hello to people, so how was I going to ask for a smoked turkey on rye with all the fixin's? So I had McDonald's. Even that was like pulling nails. So my first meal in France was a supersized number one.
Anyway, my checked bag never made it to Marseille so now I have very few clothes and no art supplies. They said that it would be delivered today, but you know how that goes.
Lacoste is beautiful. I went for a walk early this morning with my roommate, Tylor. The fog was rolling off the top of the ridge and floating in the valley below. It reminded me almost exactly of southern California mornings, except in an ancient town. I am staying in a house that is just under the Chateau de Marquis de Sade, a castle-like ruin, which is on top of the ridge. I am super excited to explore the town and surrounding area (mostly vineyards).
I was hard to sleep last night. Probably because of jet lag, but mostly because I really missed Marigold. She would have really been nice to have around in the Paris ariport, due to her knowledge of the language. Butt she would have been even nicer to have around last night. My roommate is deaf so he wouldn't even care about us once the lights are out. Really, though, it sucks being in a new, beautiful place without the one you love. I was telling people earlier today that I am not allowed to go Italy on our upcoming break. They thoguht that was Silly. I hit those bastards in the nose.
posted by Stephen "Steve" at 3/19/2005 07:51:00 AM
3 Comments:
I didn't know Tom Stoppard lives there, how random. Of all the tiny villages in France, you had to pick his. Maybe you can give him a critique on Rosencranz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and how he should write a new play called Mercutio and Tybalt Are Dead.
Posted by justin
I'm glad you made it there safely.
When I saw the title of this post, I keep reading it as Lactose. I can't fix it in my brain, you shall forever be in Lactose, France.
Tony's roommate is deaf, too. It is apparently the vogue thing. Is the word "vogue" even vogue any more?
Posted by Jeanette
Apparently he is a big hermit so I won't get to bug him. Butt if I hang out at the bar enough I might get to bump into him. What would I say?
I gues John Malkovich owns a house here too. I doubt he is here so much.
Tyler isn't as deaf as Omar is. Tyler has hearing aids and can read lips, so he almost gets by like a normal person.
Posted by Steve