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Versailles today!
I continue to be frustrated with people who don't pay attention during tours and then say things like "Look, can you speak up?" in rude tones to tour guides. It's just not okay.
The Chateau was beautiful, though I feel like maybe I got more out of it going for the first time a couple years ago. Things felt... Grimmer, this time, for some reason. Probably a bunch of that was the cold and the grey outside-- it's a building that relies heavily on windows, so everything was rather dark.. But also, more things were cordoned off, and we were a little rushed through. It was a strange experience.
I wanted to go wandering around more, and probably just should've instead of sticking like glue to the pack and heading back with them. Luckily, with my art history ID, it's all free-- I can just go back in my spare time and wander. Get away from the crowds and the annoyances of traveling in groups of people who don't always seem to care.
[I mean, seriously, I like them all a lot as people, and I like them in class, but when we go to museums and such.. I miss my Dad, I miss Michael, I miss Libby. I miss people to talk with about things-- I noticed today as we were walking that the wooden floor patterns were the same in one room as they were in another area (where the king had the floors changed from marble to wood to prevent slippages), and went to point it out to someone, then realized... I didn't really have anyone to point it out to. I just don't know them well enough, or haven't bonded with them enough, or just don't think that they'll even care. That's a little alienating.]
And... It was lovely all the same. We (Isabela, Svete, Margaret, and I) had hot chocolate afterwards in a fast-food-type café..
It's been a weird couple of days. I've felt kind of alone even though I know I'm part of the group. Didn't want to go out tonight-- I'm not feeling quite right, and just felt like I needed some time on my own. Might go see a WWI site tomorrow if this guy gets back to me. The people next door are partying; I fought with the laundry machines and had serious difficulties and almost cried for almost no reason, but now have clean clothes.
... That's where we're at right now. More later, I suppose.
Love,
CJ
I continue to be frustrated with people who don't pay attention during tours and then say things like "Look, can you speak up?" in rude tones to tour guides. It's just not okay.
The Chateau was beautiful, though I feel like maybe I got more out of it going for the first time a couple years ago. Things felt... Grimmer, this time, for some reason. Probably a bunch of that was the cold and the grey outside-- it's a building that relies heavily on windows, so everything was rather dark.. But also, more things were cordoned off, and we were a little rushed through. It was a strange experience.
I wanted to go wandering around more, and probably just should've instead of sticking like glue to the pack and heading back with them. Luckily, with my art history ID, it's all free-- I can just go back in my spare time and wander. Get away from the crowds and the annoyances of traveling in groups of people who don't always seem to care.
[I mean, seriously, I like them all a lot as people, and I like them in class, but when we go to museums and such.. I miss my Dad, I miss Michael, I miss Libby. I miss people to talk with about things-- I noticed today as we were walking that the wooden floor patterns were the same in one room as they were in another area (where the king had the floors changed from marble to wood to prevent slippages), and went to point it out to someone, then realized... I didn't really have anyone to point it out to. I just don't know them well enough, or haven't bonded with them enough, or just don't think that they'll even care. That's a little alienating.]
And... It was lovely all the same. We (Isabela, Svete, Margaret, and I) had hot chocolate afterwards in a fast-food-type café..
It's been a weird couple of days. I've felt kind of alone even though I know I'm part of the group. Didn't want to go out tonight-- I'm not feeling quite right, and just felt like I needed some time on my own. Might go see a WWI site tomorrow if this guy gets back to me. The people next door are partying; I fought with the laundry machines and had serious difficulties and almost cried for almost no reason, but now have clean clothes.
... That's where we're at right now. More later, I suppose.
Love,
CJ