Flashback to February in Galicia. Around 15 students in 3 ESO (I think the equivalent would be sophomore in high school) and two of the Spanish teachers from France came to CPI de Panxón. One of the days the students were there, the students at my school in 3 ESO had an exam in English, so one of the teachers at my school asked me to plan some activities in English to do with the French students, while the Spanish students were taking their test. I entered the library, where I teach my classes and the students and the two teachers from France were waiting. I felt uncomfortable at first because everyone was obviously speaking French, which I don't understand. I started speaking and the students were confused because they know more Spanish in English, so they asked me if we could do an activity in Spanish, so as I began the lesson I translated the lesson to Spanish as I went.
Several days later I was in a village called Xinzo de Limia (a village located 2 hours from Panxón) with a group of friends. My plan was to stay with my American friends for a while and then take the bus to Ourense to meet up with a group of my Spanish friends for dinner. As I was walking to the bus station someone said my name. As it turns out it was one of the teachers from France. They had two cars and one empty seat, so they invited me to go to two other villages for Carnaval, before dropping me off in Ourense. At midnight we all ate dinner (this is Spain, and normal) and my coordinator suggested that I ask the principal of my school if I can go to France when several of the students and teachers at my school go on the trip.
We arrived to Fecámp, Normandy late at night, so the next morning we went to school.
school lunche
We explored the rocky beaches of Fecámp and had a delicious dinner of fried duck and delicious pate.
We visited a cathedral and went to a calligraphy class on Friday.
On Saturday, we went to Le Havre, because the principal of the school was taking us out to eat at a beachside restaurant. After visiting his wife's school for a festival we went to a beautiful village called Étretat. We ended the day of sightseeing by having a drink at a beachside bar in Fecámp with the principal's family. When we arrived to the house we didn't have wifi, so one of the teachers I was with found the CD of Kendji Girac (half French, half Andalusian (Southern Spain) and we danced for hours.
Le Havre:
Étretat:
On Sunday we went to the landing beaches in Normandy (World War 2) We visited a museum which played a powerful video and walked along the landing beaches (very windy.) We then went to the American Cemetery which included a museum.
Overall thoughts on my trip to Normandy: It's very windy. The cheese is amazing as are the croissants and basically everything. French music is amazing.
