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More than a month after my weekend trip to Strasbourg I'm finally getting around to publishing the blog in my efforts to catch up to my most recent trip to Italy and Northern Spain. By the way MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone!! I hope that you've all had a great holiday!
I Can (Could) Feel the Christmas Magic!
Lisa Damico2007-03-08 20:28:59
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More than a month after my weekend trip to Strasbourg I'm finally getting around to publishing the blog in my efforts to catch up to my most recent trip to Italy and Northern Spain. By the way MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone!! I hope that you've all had a great holiday!
Now to get down to business . . . the last weekend of November is the start of the Strasbourg "Grande Marché de Noël," one of the largest Christmas markets in France and the oldest Christmas market in the world - this year marked its 431st celebration. Just as the brochure boasted Strasbourg turned out to indeed be "a living example of the Christmas spirit."
After finishing teaching Friday afternoon, Rachel and I headed to the Paris train station to meet up with two other assistants from a nearby town and travel to Strasbourg, a French city right on the border of Germany. Arrived in Strasbourg later that night after a 1st class trip (they were the only tickets left) and made our way to the hostel. Since the hostel was open 24 hours a day and thus had to be attended 24 hours a day, I guess the man at the desk on night staff keeps himself entertained by telling people who page him on the intercom at the door (meaning us) "I live in a house far away, you'll have to wait . . . 93 seconds" . . . "Uh...d'accord (OK)" I look at Rachel at this point (with whom I've just walked 20 minutes in the cold from the train station with our luggage) and say "Did you understand what I understood?" The attendant then enthusiastically pops out from behind the door all of 30 seconds later to let us in . . ahh the joys of hostel life. The hostel actually turned out to be great, had our own private room AND more importantly a shower. Living in a small, old barely heated French apartment where the price of water is high leads one to shower less often, so I was ready to rough it for the weekend and had taken my "shower for the weekend" before I got on the train.
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