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Sunday May 31, 2009
Ugh.  Too tired to move, but of course I have to.  This morning we move from Lille to London.  And my luggage appears to have expanded in size and weight.
    Oh, but blessing of blessings Prof. J has gotten us breakfast and I'm having coffee.  Everything can be better with caffeine.
    Although I will miss France it will be quite nice to be somewhere that one doesn't have to struggle with the language all the time.  That said, I think if I stayed on I would become quite proficient.  The only problem I'm having now is that they speak faster than my brain processes the language.  Were I able to bring that up to speed, everything would be peachy keen.
    Cannot wait to change everything over to pounds.  At the moment it would be nice simply know exactly what I have and what I could do with it.
    Will be very glad to get out of this hotel w/its permanent mold smell and nautical theme which for some reason has just plain irritated me.
    10:30ish  Bad bad thing about rail stations...pay toilets.
    12:05  The Eurostar!  The Chunnel!  London!  Woohoo!  A quite nice young man helped myself and several of my classmates put up our luggage.
    Oh yum!  Prof. J just passed aroudn a "goodbye to Fr. treat" lovely chocolates and I got a dark chocolate covered lemon peel! mmm...
    Had wickedly bad dreams last night: all about mom having a stroke and about Friend's kids, whom I miss dreadfully.  *sigh*
    So probably several miles of French countryside, followed by darkness under the English Channel, followed by several miles of English countryside.  Or maybe not.  I don't know exactly where London is situated.
    Further thoughts on Prof. D.  I bet if I compared notes w/everyone on the trip we could all come up with moments where there was something special to our experiences with him.  Which is of course, his appeal.  Tres romantique.  And the very definition of Amour Impossible. 
    One of our students has been acting the total tart!  Trying all the time to get a French man to kiss her.  Oy.  And of course we've been together most of the time so I have to sit through her clingy agressive questions to guys.  And she showed her questions in a notebook to C. who said in all seriousness, "Oh, you want me to kiss you?"  It was quite sweet, like she was a bit puzzled, but not bothered at all.
    Um...whoopsie, accidentally switched my watch an hour in the wrong direction.  I do believe I've fixed it, but I'll have to check again when we get in.
   
More later.