Home Again, Home Again Jiggety Jig!

Bonjour! We arrived at home around 4:30 this morning from our 10 trip to London, Normandy, and Paris. What a wonderful trip with an amazing group of students. They were so engaged, polite, and fun! It was a great thing to watch them experience Europe - most for the first time! I especially enjoyed sharing Paris with my students...many did not want to leave (gee, I wonder why?!)

If you did not get to read my travel blog for this trip, you can find it at Europe Trip 2013 - I was sure to include lots of photos! Until next time...au revoir!

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The Sabbatical Chef said…

Hi!
I just read your travel blog and am so impressed! Did you take your computer along in order to be able to make such beautiful posts? I used my iPad last March to send group emails to parents with a photo attached but this is so much better. It sounds as if you had a great time!! Which travel company did you work with?
I already have 7 signed up for the 2014 trip and hope to double that number by the end of August.
Bisous,
Teresa

August 3, 2013 at 3:53 PM

Jennifer said…

Teresa - Glad you liked the blog! Yes, I took my laptop. I find that it helps the parents while their kids are away. It is kind of like they see they're okay and know what they're doing, so it makes them feel more at ease with their kids being in another country without them. We use Passports out of Boston. We love them! Where and when will you go in 2014?

August 3, 2013 at 5:57 PM

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