The second visit to Dijon
As I was filling in my calendar with upcoming events for the next two months, I realized that if I don’t update my blog soon, it’s going to take about 5 hours to read one entry.
A bit of a back track. The last part of my spring vacation was quite fabulous. I went to visit Dimitri in Dijon and got to tour the city for a second time. I enjoyed it the first time I went as well, but with the sunshine, open stores and a cute boy holding my hand; I’ve got to say that the second visit to Dijon was better than the first. We wandered around the ENORMOUS market which is just across the street from Dimitri’s apartment, checked out a museum, ate the best Kebab in the world (homemade bread= awesomeness) and enjoyed some parks. Not to mention that I got not one, but two homemade dinners while I was there and fresh croissants for breakfast! The whole point of me coming to Dijon (besides visiting) was to go see “Le chorale de l’armée rouge” or “the red army chorus” which is a group Dimitri happens to love. We decided to make a real evening out of it and got all dressed up for the concert. With Dimitri looking sharp in his suit and me with my heels and black dress we kind of stood out from the rest of the concert goers, but we figured its ok to turn some heads every now and then. (and I always love an excuse to get dolled up and wear a dress!) The concert was truly amazing. The choir not only had amazing voices, but also danced around and acted things out while singing. The dancers were my favorite, they did all of the cool Russian trick dance moves and changed their outfits for every dance. Truly an amazing show!
On the way back from Dijon, I saw one of the most stunning sights I have ever seen. On the train ride from Dijon to Lyon we pasted enormous fields filled with bright yellow flowers which apparently they use to make cooking oil. I happen to adore the color yellow and the mere sight of these expanding displays of blooming flowers instantly made me feel happy. The sight of them captivated me and put me in a peaceful mood for the rest of the day. People most likely pin pointed me as a non frenchie by the way I was staring out the window for most of the trip, sneakily trying to take pictures, but I really didn’t care. I have no idea why they affected me so much but seeing literally thousands of yellow flowers combined with the high of having a good weekend was a wonderful feeling. I would have given anything to hop of the train and lay right in the middle of the field, soaking up the flowers uplifting aura. Next time maybe….
Neither the students nor the teachers wanted to begin classes again, but I was glad to see my students again and hear about their vacations. I tried to make the transition back to classes a bit easier by playing some games and talking about interesting subjects, like urban legends. They had already heard about Bloody Mary, but the local Detroit legend of “knock knock” street captured their attention. Mission accomplished!
I’m not sure how it happened, but suddenly it is May here. We had some GORGEOUS weather this past week (although this weekend was rainy) so the girls and I made sure to spend lots of time outside walking through town and checking out the local places to get ice cream. As much as I love this time of the year, it also reminds me that summer is approaching as is my return flight to the US. I have just a little bit over a month left here. How May appeared so suddenly I’m not sure but I’m determined to enjoy every moment I have left here. So even if going out for an afternoon cup of coffee means I have to stay up a bit later to finish lesson plans, I figure it’s worth it. It’s the conversations with friends, little cafés and the smell just after it rains that I’ll remember when I’m home, not the lack of sleep.