Day 9: Meeting at the consulate

We woke up early and drove to the train station, where we took the train to the Back Bay in Boston for our meeting in the French consulate. We were so disappointed to see that we waited all this time just so we can give our forms to some clerk. My fantasy of getting our visas on the same day was shattered. The clerk said that we might get our visas on time. Might. I was so frustrated.

We took the train back to Needham and started driving back to Deer Island. Well, Julia did most of the driving. I fell asleep.

We got back to Haystack just in time for a session in which the assistants showed and talked about their work, which I think are awesome. Then I stayed for a while to watch Julia blow glass. I can’t believe I haven’t done this until now. I tried taking some pictures, but also stay out of the way, and also I was so intrigued by the process, so most the pictures that I took were pretty bad. Maybe except this one:


I left after about an hour, and drove to Bucksport, this time without getting lost. I got a room at a motel there, and decided to check why the car smelled funny. Indeed, I forgot a piece of cheese in the cooler. The ice melted and dissolved some of the cheese, so now the contented of the cooker was a lot of cheese water, a swollen chunk of rotten cheese, three bottles of beer covered in cheese water, and some disgusting plastic bags. There’s something symbolic there, with the disappointment at the French consulate and the rotten cheese in the car. I took the cooler to my room, where I cleaned it with dish soap, took the rotten cheese chunk and threw it in the forest behind the motel, washed the bottles of beer and packed the plastic bags in a clean trash bag. The hazard was now contained. I took that bag with me as I drove into Bucksport to look for a pub. I couldn’t find one, but I threw the hazard into a trash can on the street and went back to the motel where I watched trash TV until I fell asleep.

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