So this will be one of the final posts on this blog, well at least, a post that will be related to my Year Abroad. I have 16 whole days left in this little town of Lannion and for the most part, I'm not sure what I'll be doing. I would love to travel to Brest and St Malo so I will look into that.
Over the past few weeks, my life has mainly been filled with teaching and bureaucracy, so not much exciting to write about. However, last week, I did go to London on a school trip. I have a feeling I was only asked because they were short staffed, but nonetheless, it was a good week. The journey took about 13 hours in total; we travelled by coach up to Calais then crossed to Dover on the ferry. We had the same coach and the lovely driver all week, so that made things a little easier.
We arrived in London about 9am Monday morning and spent the day looking round Westminster, Buckingham Palace and Piccadilly Circus. We finally got back to our host families late in the evening and we (myself and the 3 other teachers) collapsed into our beds. Not sure how I'm going to write the rest of this post really, I mean, I could list the places that we went to but sadly, there isn't much else to say in addition to that.
The main things that stick in my memory are that; I got to meet up with 3 friends in Covent Garden and I tried frozen yoghurt for the first time, some students we 50 minutes - to an hour late when we had given them free time on Oxford Street and that we spent 9 hours in Canterbury on the Friday, with nothing planned, on a day when it was raining. Sadly, we had to spend at least 9 hours there before getting the coach back to France because, by law, the driver needed that amount of rest. When we returned to the coach, we learnt that the driver had fallen down the coach steps earlier in the day, but after I gave her some painkilling gel, she put on her smiley face and we left for Lannion. Little did we realise that she had actually broken a rib...! The picture below was taken just before we headed back to France.
Today was my last day at the school and whilst I'll miss some colleagues and students, I'm rather glad to leave because it means I'm closer to going home and enjoying some home comforts again. As a typically British comment, I would like to say I'm glad that the weather has improved, even though it now means I stand out (even more) like a sore thumb. I walked around town today in a vest top whilst the locals continued to wear coats and scarves...
A colleague has invited me to have dinner at her house on Saturday, but as of yet, nothing has been finalised so that might not happen. As lovely as it would be, I would feel so awkward and anxious. In some ways, I'm hoping she doesn't get back to me...
I apologise for how disjointed this post seems, it's just that I thought I should update this blog but there isn't much enthusiasm for it at the minute. I am about to finish a post for my other blog though, so keep an eye out!
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