The Baking Gypsy: Arrival

I arrived at Planet-Langues to a whirlwind of introductions and information. I met everyone in the office and then was shown to my room and told to settle in with a vague, "we'll see you tomorrow". Being me, I asked several questions: What about dinner? What time should I be in the office/classroom in the morning? How should I expect to spend my day tomorrow?

This is the view from my dorm - the chateau is beautiful

After much discussion, it was decided that I would have Tuesday free to settle in and to get an orientation from my co-worker. He showed up later and invited me to dinner with him and a couple of the English teachers, which I accepted, because while tired, I was starving and knew I couldn't sleep until I ate something, plus it was only 6pm. It was a pleasant evening, but I was exhausted, so turned down the invite to go to the pub afterwards and instead went to bed, after several failed attempts to connect to the internet (evidently it's a bit sporadic around here).

I woke up Tuesday morning a bit morose and wondering what in the world I had done; giving up all familiar comforts, saying goodbye to dear friends and family, and moving to a country where I don't speak the language. WHY did I think this was a good idea?! Yes, that was emotional jetlag speaking. As the day progressed, my hope and excitement returned.

I have a room with a bathroom (sort of) to myself, for which I am very thankful. I have a shower, toilet and sink IN my room. Although a bit stark, it's toasty warm and has two great windows (with some outdated curtains), to let in whatever sunlight makes an appearance. And the sun did make an appearance today!