I should probably talk about Chamonix, and the 5-day circuit hike of Mont Blanc, and how it was the most physically and mentally challenging experience of my life to date. I received my little "diplôme" and honestly, I'm probably more proud of it than I am of my high school diploma. High school schmigh school; I hiked Mont Blanc, and I have the aching joints and sock tan to prove it. The scenery was amazing, as you might expect; almost too much to take in. I took pictures, but I doubt that they can do justice to the grandness of it all: that no matter where you are, you are surrounded by mountain peaks in all directions, the vastness, and how the mountains tower over you, the tinkling of the cow bells, like I was starring in a modern-day version of Heidi, one where helicopters buzz overhead and the countryside is dotted with American high school students scampering around the Alps in hiking boots and bikini tops. So yes, it would have been nearly sublime, if I hadn't been immersed in a private world of my own pain, and the incessant nagging questions of "how much fuuurther"? from 11 students.
Things I've learned on this trip so far:
- I don't really need as much sleep as I think I do
- The necessary art of doing my delicate business using both squat toilets and the great outdoors
- That which does not kill me will still make me beg for a quick and merciful death
I haven't had much time to post lately, obviously, so I need to wrap this up and attend to my duties as baby-sitter, nay-sayer and general all-around bad guy to