- The time in Orléans when we convinced drunk Patrick to go ask the bouncer of a club if the club was a strip club or a dance club. Hilarious terrible French along with a game of charades followed.
- The time we stayed at the scary hotel in Paris’ Chinatown where the beds did not have mattresses. Seriously the most frightening hotel experience of my life.
- Also in Orléans when we explored Kiabi (French version of TJ Maxx) and found all the clothes with all the random nonsense English words. (“The Old Seeker Time”, anyone?)
- When we stayed at the hotel that was not meant to be reached by pedestrians and crossed the equivalent of an interstate highway on foot to reach it one time. (This was also in Orléans)
- The time we almost went to Germany. The girl at the ticket counter that day probably remembers this as often as I do - I would love to hear her side of it.
- The time that Mme Anglin got mad at me because I took a group of people to Disneyland Paris.
- The time we went on a quest for Chapstick and accidentally bought raspberry flavored (and colored) lip balm
- The time we played on the beach at Normandy and got in trouble because the teachers thought we were being disrespectful.
- “WE WILL BE THE ONES WHO ARE PISSED OFF!!!” Enough said.
- Me and Lauren being the only normal people in our Chateau group.
- Taxi Lady and her fabulous outfits and incomprehensible smokers voice.
- Patrick asking how far away from the ocean we were as we went up the escalator at the Vieux Port (Old Port) metro stop in Marseille. (We were at the waterfront)
- The day we found a French dollar store in Marseille
- The day we went to Tours - which was supposed to take 20 minutes on the train, except the train was not running that day, so we went on the bus that took 2 painful miserable hours.
- The terrible terrible terrible gross and also terrible hostel we stayed at in Paris where all 10 or so of the boys were confined to one room.
- The day we misunderstood what time we were supposed to meet after lunch.
- The day I was forced to go on the tour of the Paris sewers.
- The night they pushed Nicole into the Hershey Kiss bush.
- Scandalous Spin the Bottle nights.
- The cute family who owned and ran the grocery store.
- The gross ground beef pizza from the pizza shop that the program would buy us.
- The monk’s dinner Dr Netter had for us.
- The one and only night of Sardines (hide and go seek in reverse) when the shit hit the fan after Caitlin stood on the toilet seat and it broke.
- “J’ai mal aux jambons” and me being asked to leave class because I couldn’t stop laughing
- UTILE GUMMIES!!!!
- Trying to find vegetarian things other than salad for Maria to eat. (Remember the food at Disney, Maria?)
- REPTAR. Stone, Cold Walls. Weaselbags. The one and only night we all decided to hang out in my room and not in 15.
- The time Sandra and Caitlin left the window open in their room while we were out of town for the whole 3-day weekend.
- The time that the German border control accused me of being an illegal immigrant in the EU. (My passport stamp was smudged)
- The automated English voice on the Orly shuttle that sounded like it was drunk.
- The time we took the TGV from Paris to Tours even though we really didn’t have tickets. I hid in the bathroom, others hid in the dining car. Truly dangerous yet so amusing.
- The battle over whether or not the window would be open in the computer lab
- The battle over the computer lab (in general)
- The time they wouldn’t call us a taxi and we almost missed our train (which we had already paid for)
- The time Graham picked us up from the train station at Onzain in the 1970’s Mercedes and he drove the long way home through all the farms.
- The bakery lady who was so tired of us.
- The kitchen and all of it’s cooking, dancing, singing, dishes and drama
- The insanity of the night when we packed to leave and the huge pile of junk appeared out of nowhere.
- Wandering aimlessly around northern England
- Flying to Venice for exactly 1.5 days
- The time I got to be the very first person to board my easyJet flight
- The horrible night spent in Bayeux that ended up to be so damn hilarious
- Hoping that our vacation in Europe would be over faster so we could go back to France
- Attempting to go to the movies in Tours. Big time fail, I knew zero French vocabulary words relating to the movies and I still don’t understand why they wouldn’t let me buy a ticket. (“Billet? Oui? Un billet, s’il vous plait?… Désolé? Je ne comprends pas et je ne sais pas quoi faire. Pourquoi pas vendez-moi un billet?” - it was magnificently awful)
- The GIANT Auchan grocery store in Orléans. I have never been to a grocery store as big as that.
- When we looked like stupid Americans when we all nearly fell down on the tram in Orléans because we weren’t paying attention.
- “What time is it?” “It’s sometime between 2 and 4 AM.” - The night in Orléans when we failed to understand daylight savings time.
- Sandra talking to the drunk Frenchmen on the metro who then spilled beer all over my shoe.
- The night Sandra wrote “FUCKIN SHIT” in permanent marker on the bunkbed.
- “What time is it in Barbieland?”
- The mint plant we bought in Lyon to make Mojitos with and then and brought back with us. It lived the whole rest of the semester and i think Graham planted it somewhere for us right before we left.
- The scary trees that we referred to as the womping willows
- Hobbit door
- “Freaky Crenchmen”
- That damn internet phone
- The scary basement kitchen
- Map keeper, keeper of the maps
- Barbecue night
- and tens of thousands of other things ad nauseam
hey its Caitlin…and i just explained every single one of these to Claudia. it made me think, who has the gummie box from the scary Paris trip??
