Ramblings of a Thirty-Something

Despite the title, I did not get stuck driving in a roundabout or any of the other zany things that befell the Griswold family. My European vacation went much more smoothly, if you ignore two broken down trains, a delayed flight, and being flirted with by the old French man at the passport station. Why does that always happen to me? And it's never young, attractive foreign men. It's always weird Italian waiters and old border patrolmen. Anyway, I digress. For those who may or may not know, I have spent a good chunk of the past month in various locales that are not in the Central Time Zone. My first few days of June after the end of school were spent chaperoning a Washington, D.C., field trip for the 8th grade class (which I will blog about later). And from June 10 through the 24th, I was gallivanting across Europe with my sister. Now, as many of you know, this was not my first time in Europe. During college, I did part of my student teaching at a small school near the coast i