<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 22:06:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>William studies in France</title><description>William Biga is a Fort Lewis College student.</description><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814.post-3402180177540040776</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:13:33.325-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bastille Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>barn cleaning</category><title>Old British Couples are Funnier in Person</title><atom:summary>I originally had written more in my journal about today, but suffice it to say that from my ignorant American point of view-which derives its information about Europe from old BBC sitcoms about silly Brits-I am finding that this country living feels like something out of a Harry Potter book.

Last night a large group of the students walked in to town and found a pub. The end result is that by the</atom:summary><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-british-couples-are-funnier-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814.post-2051316368694378584</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T09:33:54.521-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>excavating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dr. Michael Martin</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>stones</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>soil</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Innovative Month</category><title>Excavating, stones and soil</title><atom:summary>
If you ever decide to go on an Innovative Month with Dr. Michael Martin, here are some things to remember:

�?� You�??re not spending your days digging, you�??re excavating.
�?� You�??ll never find a single rock in Europe, so stop looking for them. They�??re called stones here.
�?� Don�??t ever let him hear you use the words dirt, durt or dert. You excavate in soil.</atom:summary><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/2008/07/excavating-stones-and-soil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814.post-3624392368462502220</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:04:21.116-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>France</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozet</category><title>The town of Rozet</title><atom:summary>I�??ve finally made it to the town of Rozet, which has a population of-well, it�??s population is probably however many students are on this trip. The French seem to be pretty keen on being the best at everything they can; when they say narrow street, you�??d better expect to drive down a hallway; when they say long day, you should plan to see the sun up until ten in the evening; if they say small town</atom:summary><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/2008/07/town-of-rozet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814.post-4341450497211617596</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:01:41.796-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chicago</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Paris</category><title>The long, long flight</title><atom:summary>On my delayed flight from Chicago to Paris, sometime between tomorrow and God-only-knows, I found myself with a wicked case of gas. If long periods of travel are good for anything, it�??s for making everyone feel a little more candid. In any other situation I might have held all of it in until I had a stomachache, but after several hours of sitting in the same seat with a mean-faced flight </atom:summary><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-long-flight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020176268973575814.post-4111293728332898551</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:00:08.613-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chicago</category><title>The flight</title><atom:summary>I'm sitting in the middle seat on my flight to Chicago and I really have to pee. To my left there is an elderly man reading a newspaper, to my right a younger woman who, by the looks of things, isn't wearing a bra. Now, for most people I'm quite sure that asking for someone to get up so that you might relieve yourself in the restroom wouldn't be an issue, but for those of us born with little to </atom:summary><link>http://williaminfrance.blogspot.com/2008/07/flight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Camron Clarkson, general manager)</author></item></channel></rss>