And Then The Train Broke Down

This weekend, I was able to visit a really good friend who's living in Saumur, France. (Check her blog out here.)

This is more or less the path I took. Thanks, Google Maps.

It was a great weekend full of a chateau, pre-made baguettes full of deliciousness, chocolate flan, watching the TV show "Arrow," chatting with the locals, searching for churches (that I'm still not sure really exist), finding other churches with attendable masses (because the church actually existed), watching men fish on the Loire River while waiting for the newly-found mass that's an hour after the originally-planned-upon mass, watching Yvlis' "The Fox" (hilarious, by the way) and finding bikes!! All in all, it was a great weekend, and I'm forever grateful that I had a few moments to hang out with a great friend.

But like all good things, this weekend had to come to an end, so I boarded a direct train back to Savenay, ready to prepare an introduction of myself to present to my students on Monday.  About an hour into this hour-and-a-half trip, there was a strange noise from atop the train.  At first, I thought "Santa! Is that you?" sure that it was the sound of little hoofprints atop our train!  Alas, it was but our train breaking down, which meant that we would not be moving for the next 2 hours.  Finally, I made it home after an unexpected stop in Nantes, and I couldn't have been happier to see my roommate and apartment. 

Once again, I've been reminded that our plans are only made to be broken. I did, however, make it home safely, so there are no complaints coming from me!

Lovesies,

Angie