The Trojan Horse

The story of the Trojan Horse could more accurately be named: why you should never trust anyone or anything ever. So basically what was going on here was that the war was seemingly coming to a close. The Greek had gone out to sea away from Troy and the Trojans were prepared to celebrate. On the seashore, the Trojans came across a large wooden horse. Some saw it as a godsend and suggested it be brought into the city; others didn't trust it so much and insisted it be destroyed. Laocoon and his sons were some of these said people. The Greek gods, displeased with this, sent two enormous serpent-like creatures to destroy Laocoon and his sons. The Trojans saw this as a sign that they should trust the wooden horse and decided on bringing it into their city. That night they celebrated, drank and partied, until they all passed out. What they didn't know was that Odysseus and his men were much smarter than they seemed and weren't about to surrender, and instead had created the wooden horse as a way for them to be able to go into the city of Troy. So when the men had fallen asleep, Simon (one of Odysseus' most trustworthy men) ,who had pleaded entrance to the city of Troy, came and let Odysseus and his men out of the wooden horse. Odysseus and his men then proceeded to slaughter the sleeping men and signaled for the men at sea to return. And so goes the story of the fall of Troy. Ta-da.

And that is why you should never trust anyone, especially large, mysterious wooden horses in the middle of the beach. I mean, who does that?

My dream journey. That is difficult. Because if it were up to me, I'd go everywhere. I'd travel the world and experience different languages, different cultures, and eat lots and lots of food. I would travel the entire galaxy with the Doctor in the TARDIS if I could. I feel like that would definitely be the journey for me- traveling through time and space in a little blue police box. There would never be a dull moment. But I know, of course, that this probably won't happen to me. So instead I dream of returning to France one day and this time staying for more than two weeks. I would start in Dives-sur-Mer, Normandie where I would meet up with Lise (my French exchange student that was here this past summer) and have her drag me to Caen (and Deauville) show me all the places from all the stories she told me. We could go anywhere from there. It doesn't matter. Paris, Nice, Rouen, Marseille. I would want to do it all.

This is Lise. She was the French exchange student (ma corres) who
came to stay with me this summer and my partner in crime on my return trip to France.