First Fondue on a Friday = Fun!
I finally had my first fondue. On a Friday. And it was fabulous. And fun. Ok, enough with the alliteration. :) Here's how it occurred. Everyone here talks about "Getting Off the Mountain" in very serious hushed tones. Well seasoned teachers will pull you aside in the hallway, give you words of encouragement about surviving the year and then whisper, "Seriously, Kelly, you need to get off the mountain whenever you can. Just get off the mountain." Every time someone does this it reminds of "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." It's like some secret Voodoo ritual thing that no one likes to talk about out loud. Or it's just that we live in a really small village in the Alps with only one road in and one road out and it is very easy to feel trapped up in the "bubble" that is Leysin. Actually, LAS is kind of a bubble inside that bubble. And, because I live in the main campus building which I also teach in and ...