Sunday will always be engrained in my memory as a day of unexpected surprises and disappointments. The day started as a preplanned voyage to Nimes, an ancient roman city in which we planned to see the amphitheatre, a temple, and The Pont du Gard, a roman aqueduct. We took a forty minute bus trip with the same tour guide that took us canoeing. He is a very competent young man who is very knowledgeable about his history. Upon arriving
in Nimes, we went to the roman gardens which still had the original underground spring supplying them with water. The garden was very Victorian in style because during the Victo
rian era people remodeled it to fit their idealized vision of beauty. After, we went to the amphitheatre. I can honestly say that I was very disappointed with the trip because there was going to be a rock concert in the arena that night and all I could see was scaffolding. Granted that is would have been amazing to go see Radiohead play in the roman ruins. The next site 
that we saw was the temple. Once we went into the temple I realized that it had been modified to be a 3D theater. I loved the movie that we saw, but I was disgusted with the fact that they tarnished a historical monument to show a movie about history. I would much rather seen the rock walls than a video about them. On a happier note, the Pont du Gard was the most breathtaking vision so far. We could see its symmetry and follow the course that water would take to reach the city. I am amazed at how a society in the first century could have built such an amazing functional piece of art. I took some beautiful pictures of the aqueduct and looked at it for what seemed like ages. After I saw the aqueduct my disappointment with the other ruins meant nothing.
This is where things get interesting…
After the Pont du Gard visit we began to make our way to the bus. Hector, a friend of mine, was walking along when all of a sudden he stepped into a divot in the road and fell flat on the ground. He was in pain, but he made it to the bus where he took of his shoe and rested his foot. After we got off the bus at the station in Montpellier, Hector could not walk. At that time most everyone had left and Abby, another friend, and I decided to help Hector home. He used us bo
th as crutches until we reached a bus stop about five blocks away. I then walked to the taxi stop and got a taxi to take us home. Later that night Hector ended up in the hospital and the next day with a cast and crutches. On Monday afternoon we came to visit him and found him in very good spirits. He is the happiest sick person that I know. He is always looking for the bright side of things. Today Hector, his crutches, and I went for a hair cut. We took our time and eventually got there. I am glad that he is ok and that he is as positive as he is because I know that if it had been me, I would have been different. In any case, on Friday a ground of friends, Hector and I are leaving for Barcelona. We are hoping to find him a wheel chair and enjoy the ride.
in Nimes, we went to the roman gardens which still had the original underground spring supplying them with water. The garden was very Victorian in style because during the Victo
rian era people remodeled it to fit their idealized vision of beauty. After, we went to the amphitheatre. I can honestly say that I was very disappointed with the trip because there was going to be a rock concert in the arena that night and all I could see was scaffolding. Granted that is would have been amazing to go see Radiohead play in the roman ruins. The next site 
that we saw was the temple. Once we went into the temple I realized that it had been modified to be a 3D theater. I loved the movie that we saw, but I was disgusted with the fact that they tarnished a historical monument to show a movie about history. I would much rather seen the rock walls than a video about them. On a happier note, the Pont du Gard was the most breathtaking vision so far. We could see its symmetry and follow the course that water would take to reach the city. I am amazed at how a society in the first century could have built such an amazing functional piece of art. I took some beautiful pictures of the aqueduct and looked at it for what seemed like ages. After I saw the aqueduct my disappointment with the other ruins meant nothing.This is where things get interesting…
After the Pont du Gard visit we began to make our way to the bus. Hector, a friend of mine, was walking along when all of a sudden he stepped into a divot in the road and fell flat on the ground. He was in pain, but he made it to the bus where he took of his shoe and rested his foot. After we got off the bus at the station in Montpellier, Hector could not walk. At that time most everyone had left and Abby, another friend, and I decided to help Hector home. He used us bo
th as crutches until we reached a bus stop about five blocks away. I then walked to the taxi stop and got a taxi to take us home. Later that night Hector ended up in the hospital and the next day with a cast and crutches. On Monday afternoon we came to visit him and found him in very good spirits. He is the happiest sick person that I know. He is always looking for the bright side of things. Today Hector, his crutches, and I went for a hair cut. We took our time and eventually got there. I am glad that he is ok and that he is as positive as he is because I know that if it had been me, I would have been different. In any case, on Friday a ground of friends, Hector and I are leaving for Barcelona. We are hoping to find him a wheel chair and enjoy the ride.
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