Many of you know that part of me travelling to France for a year is part of taking a break from school. This being said, it is not a break from education. With a nusance of a memory and a self-diagnosis of ADD, school has not been the most fabulous time of my life. I do, however, love to learn. The lectures and readings kept me interested but, along with many of you I’m sure, I am that fish in a zoo of monkeys who can’t climb the tree and pass the exam. This is why travelling has become a passion; I learn about the world, languages and real issues, first hand. In three weeks alone I’ve learned practical and useful (some not so useful) skills and knowledge such as how to make a vegetarien casserole and various shingling methods. I’ve improved my spanish and have had lessons in history and politics of France, England, Spain and Argentina from people of these nationalities, making such information real, interesting and relevant. These are the kinds of things I can’t retain from lectures or books. These are the experiences that allow me to grow and learn more about the world and myself so that when I do go back to finish my studies the information will actually mean something. I’m not saying that this the only or best way to go. Maybe there are better ways, but for me, travel is gold.