Couldn't get to sleep last night (after all that!) so I was up thinking about a route to take on my tour de France and Germany in between programs. Am thinking: Nice, Strousburg, Munich, castle nearby(forget the name.. its really famous), possibly followed by train route of the romantic road, then back to Paris from either Munich or Frankfurt. Am v. excited about this! Also, borrowed Let's Go; Europe from kitchen upstairs, and was looking for things to do in Brussels (besides royal pavillion I read about in King Leopold's Ghost), and apparently the musee royale des beaux arts is home to The Fall of Icuarus (sp?) amoung other things, then I remembered the poem we read in Ms. Richard's class and I decided I needed to go see that! Also, there is the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. Yay! For our day trip to Germany I am thinking maybe we can go to Bremen or Hamburg or Franfurt, and stop at Aachen, which is right on the border, and was Charlemagne's capital. The sad thing about Frankfurt, that I was reading, is that all there is to see is the cathedrale and memorials, because everything was bombed during WWII.
Right, now I am going to work on my creation diary. And my defense statement for Medea. Can't believe fist session is almost over.
Sun Jul 21 2002 07:07:
Cambridge was so much fun! Atleast, I tricked myself into believing it was so much fun. The funny thing is, every weekend gets more and more ridiculous. We went punting, which is supposed to be this relaxing thing where you sit and get floated along the river and eat bagettes and brie (or brie and cheese, as Char would say. She didn't even realize- the guy asked her: "you want brie and cheese?" and she replied cheerfully "yes!" Goes well with bagettes and bread, I hear.) and have a jolly ole time. However, we picked to go on a day with tempermental weather, and at a time when it started pouring while we were in the middle of the river. Quite literally in the middle, too; by the time we got to a bridge we were soaked and the rain was letting up. May as well have fallen in. Our punter's name was Harry. He had managed to convince us he was some kind of expert punter, but then later admitted it was his first day, after he lost his pole thing (Kristi called it a stick and got yelled at). He was very charming, though, and we managed to turn the whole thing into a funny aventure. Really, with the way things have been going, shouldn't have expected anything less. Can't wait for Brussles! Sadly, Emily is leaving on Tuesday...