Add to list: a couple of more middle aged friends. We have talked to no one our age yet here in France, although we now have 6 new friends to boast about - all about the age of our parents or older. Today, Canadian Couple #2 knew a lot about French transportation. A lot. They took a 20 minute bus ride to inform us. Useful . . . ? No. But friendly.
Marsielle, France has something to do with teh Count of Monte Cristo, although I'm not sure what. Its somehow related to this prison on this island outside of Marsielle's harbor, but the winds were too strong, and our boat trip was canceled. We then went to the top of the city to visit a famous church, and got some amazing views of the area. The south of France is very hilly, and I'm starting to realize the vast number of photos I have of various cities, all taken from above. I still love trains, and the one from Nice to Marsielle yesterday was beautiful - almost all along the coast. The one from Marseille to Nice, however, was darker, because it was at night.
I finished book #1 on this trip - The Kite Runner. I liked it, and read it in three sittings - 2 trains, 1 plane.
Today we went to Ez and Monaco, and both were beautiful. I'm uploading pictures tonight onto the computer, so I'll probably have some up here soon.
By the way, strawberries are uber cheap here, even with the exchange rate. I'm eating myself sick of them. But not really - who can ever get sick of strawberries? They are delicious!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
salsa pocket al la french
French pastries are delicious, and I love croissants. Yesterday, we took a side-trip to Russia (when I upload the pictures, you will understand), and on the way, found a beautiful bakery. My adventurous nature got the best of me (what? you didn't know I had an adventurous nature? its really only limited to pastry selection) and I chose a mysterious turnover-looking pastry for lunch. I'm sure it wasn't mysterious to the French, but with my language skills - which have now expanded to include "hello", "please", "goodbye", and "get out of my way", there was no hope of discovering what it contained until I took a bite.
First, I thought it was tomato sauce (like a pizza pocket, cold, and not as delicious). Then, it was spicy. And then I realized it was salsa. In a flaky, golden crust. And a little bit of cheese. Disappointment? Yes. Was it good? Not really.
Update: Yorkie count is in the billions. Everyone in France has a dog, and it appears that over half own Yorkies, or strange wannabe Yorkies that are a little too large. John and I stumbled across an antique market yesterday in Old Nice (if only overseas shipping was free - I coveted about thirty beautiful tea sets), and most of the vendors had their little dogs curled up in packing boxes and things. We tried to make friends with one, but he wasn't really having it. Lesson learned: French dogs can be as rude as French people.
Actually though, the French have been very kind to us. They don't even hate me when I butcher their language. I tried to order some bread goods the other day with the skills John taught me, and the woman had to resort to English to understand me, and HER English was minimal. But she still gave me my benets (delicious golden fried dough with powdered sugar, oh my).
Today we're headed to Marseille - our trip to Avignon has been canceled due to train schedule, but this should be a neat replacement.
much love!
First, I thought it was tomato sauce (like a pizza pocket, cold, and not as delicious). Then, it was spicy. And then I realized it was salsa. In a flaky, golden crust. And a little bit of cheese. Disappointment? Yes. Was it good? Not really.
Update: Yorkie count is in the billions. Everyone in France has a dog, and it appears that over half own Yorkies, or strange wannabe Yorkies that are a little too large. John and I stumbled across an antique market yesterday in Old Nice (if only overseas shipping was free - I coveted about thirty beautiful tea sets), and most of the vendors had their little dogs curled up in packing boxes and things. We tried to make friends with one, but he wasn't really having it. Lesson learned: French dogs can be as rude as French people.
Actually though, the French have been very kind to us. They don't even hate me when I butcher their language. I tried to order some bread goods the other day with the skills John taught me, and the woman had to resort to English to understand me, and HER English was minimal. But she still gave me my benets (delicious golden fried dough with powdered sugar, oh my).
Today we're headed to Marseille - our trip to Avignon has been canceled due to train schedule, but this should be a neat replacement.
much love!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Bonjour!
Its Day 3 of Epic Adventure, and we're still in Nice, France, and it is very nice! John just about died on the bus ride here from the airport on Friday when I told him I thought it looked like Florida, but I'm slowing beginning to see the European side of the city. Nice is part of the French Rivera, so it has lots of palm trees, pastel-colored buildings, a beach (although very pebbly) and casinos, so on the strip, it looks like any other commercialized beach town. But when you get into the old part of the city, it fits much better in my vision of what Europe looks like (old buildings, tiny streets, street performers, and everyone has their dog with them - I have a very simplistic view of Europe).
The weather is BEAUTIFUL. It's in the mid 60s, and all that worrying I did about what coat to bring? Useless. I barely am wearing even a fleece outside. And the sun is shining - meaning I've worn my sunglasses more here than anywhere else! (Well, maybe not as much as Italy . . . ). I'm loving this vacation so far.
We haven't done too much, we're still recovering from the end-of-term-exhaustion, and Nice doesn't have much to boast of other than its atmosphere, and its ice cream. There's a gelato place in Old Nice that has so many strange flavors - I stick to normal ones: strawberry and mango (delicious), but John has tried olive (he liked it, I thought it was gross), beer (you could only taste it in the aftertaste) and rose (kind of like vanilla, actually) and he promised to try the tomato and basil. We've also tried the local specialty - socca, which is like a chickpea pancake and have had some delicious mussels.
Some numbers for you:
4: number of times we've heard "Hey There Deliah"
1: number of times we've been mistaken for honeymooners
4: number of middle aged friends we've made
about a million: number of Yorkies I've seen here in Nice
1: pile of dog poo I've stepped in
1: cup of tea I've had since I've been here (I suspect they jack up the price because this is a popular British vaca spot)
much love!
The weather is BEAUTIFUL. It's in the mid 60s, and all that worrying I did about what coat to bring? Useless. I barely am wearing even a fleece outside. And the sun is shining - meaning I've worn my sunglasses more here than anywhere else! (Well, maybe not as much as Italy . . . ). I'm loving this vacation so far.
We haven't done too much, we're still recovering from the end-of-term-exhaustion, and Nice doesn't have much to boast of other than its atmosphere, and its ice cream. There's a gelato place in Old Nice that has so many strange flavors - I stick to normal ones: strawberry and mango (delicious), but John has tried olive (he liked it, I thought it was gross), beer (you could only taste it in the aftertaste) and rose (kind of like vanilla, actually) and he promised to try the tomato and basil. We've also tried the local specialty - socca, which is like a chickpea pancake and have had some delicious mussels.
Some numbers for you:
4: number of times we've heard "Hey There Deliah"
1: number of times we've been mistaken for honeymooners
4: number of middle aged friends we've made
about a million: number of Yorkies I've seen here in Nice
1: pile of dog poo I've stepped in
1: cup of tea I've had since I've been here (I suspect they jack up the price because this is a popular British vaca spot)
much love!
Monday, March 10, 2008
chatty chat
I miss my friend's voices.
It took calling one to remember that.
I will have to use phone cards more next term. Live and learn.
And to continue the rhyme and slogan (Oh I how I love completed things and The Fund, whose slogan you should know), I started that new internship this week. It's going super, and I am very excited about it. Its nice to be looking at something that is not literary related. Cambridge may be snazzy, but I'm a huge fan of the American system. My toes like many pools, or however that saying goes. I like to cook with many pots? Hm. Not sure.
We leave FRIDAY for our adventure. Can't. wait.
It took calling one to remember that.
I will have to use phone cards more next term. Live and learn.
And to continue the rhyme and slogan (Oh I how I love completed things and The Fund, whose slogan you should know), I started that new internship this week. It's going super, and I am very excited about it. Its nice to be looking at something that is not literary related. Cambridge may be snazzy, but I'm a huge fan of the American system. My toes like many pools, or however that saying goes. I like to cook with many pots? Hm. Not sure.
We leave FRIDAY for our adventure. Can't. wait.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
European Tour Part II Spring Break Epic Adventure
March 14 - 20: Nice, France (including day trips to Avignon and Monaco)
March 20 - 21: Lyon, France
March 21 - 27: Paris, France (including Euro Disney, baybay)
March 27 - April 3: Young Life On Tour. (also known as Anne Simon and Katie's trip through Switzerland and Austria, seeing Zuirch, Basel, Salzburg and Vienna, including, naturally, an all day Sound Of Music tour)
April 3 -4: Graz, Austria (meeting back up with John, just in time to register for Fall classes thousands of miles away - please pray that the internet works in Graz Austria at 7 AM in the morning on the 4th!)
April 4 - 8: Ljubljana, Slovenia (including day trips to see the Karst caves and Lake Bled)
April 8 - 11: Budapest, Hungary (spa spa spa la la la i can't wait to see the spa . . .)
April 11 - 16: Prague, Czech Republic (including a trip to Cesky Krumlov)
April 16 - 19: Dublin, Ireland (James Joyce walking tour anyone?)
April 19 - 21: Belfast, Northern Ireland (to see the Giant's Causeway)
April 21: Back to Cambridge!
I'm packing flip flops and a swim suit - here's hoping that the weather will be warm enough somewhere to use them (even if its just in the indoor heated spa baths of Budapest!).
March 20 - 21: Lyon, France
March 21 - 27: Paris, France (including Euro Disney, baybay)
March 27 - April 3: Young Life On Tour. (also known as Anne Simon and Katie's trip through Switzerland and Austria, seeing Zuirch, Basel, Salzburg and Vienna, including, naturally, an all day Sound Of Music tour)
April 3 -4: Graz, Austria (meeting back up with John, just in time to register for Fall classes thousands of miles away - please pray that the internet works in Graz Austria at 7 AM in the morning on the 4th!)
April 4 - 8: Ljubljana, Slovenia (including day trips to see the Karst caves and Lake Bled)
April 8 - 11: Budapest, Hungary (spa spa spa la la la i can't wait to see the spa . . .)
April 11 - 16: Prague, Czech Republic (including a trip to Cesky Krumlov)
April 16 - 19: Dublin, Ireland (James Joyce walking tour anyone?)
April 19 - 21: Belfast, Northern Ireland (to see the Giant's Causeway)
April 21: Back to Cambridge!
I'm packing flip flops and a swim suit - here's hoping that the weather will be warm enough somewhere to use them (even if its just in the indoor heated spa baths of Budapest!).
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
More on Bath
I have loads of reading, but I'm not terribly interested in it this moment (how interested are YOU in the change of perspective from Jane Austen's earlier to later works? Don't lie). So I'll tell you more about the lovely resort city of Bath.
Bath is really lovely. It has a River Avon (England has 3 separate ones, I think) , which actually means "River River" - the Romans mistranslated it when they came, saw and conquered. An architect used the river as an excuse to build an English imitation of Florence's Ponte Vecchico, so the bridge is a bridge, while also being a street full of shops and homes. Its very pretty, but Florence wins, hands down, if its a contest between the two.
The Roman Baths were a bit of a disappointment. I usually love audio tours, but this one was long and dull, so I never listened to more than 5 minutes on any topic in the Bath center. The Bath is still fed by the same Roman pipe and system, but no one is allowed to swim there anymore. Instead, there are "spas" that use the same hot springs and mineral waters that you can pay to get into in other parts of the city. Me and Mom didn't bring our suits, so we passed (although I hear they have better ones in Budapest, and I told John Moore he better pack a suit for that - apparently in Hungary it is "the" thing to do). I did enjoy the Pump Room though, and not just because of its role in two Jane Austen novels (Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, if you haven't done your homework). Its beautiful, and has a nice view of the old grungy Roman baths, and from the looks of it, sells an impressive high tea spread (although we didn't have time to do that either).
The water at the King's Pump is supposed to be medicinal - that's why so many people came to Bath in the old days, to soak in and drink the mineral water to get over whatever ails them. One of the Queens came and soaked, and then got preggers real quick (But I forget which Queen, Anne maybe?) - and that's how the city regained favor in popularity a few hundred years ago. I tried the water, but I'll stick to regular medicine - it smelled and tasted like old feet.
I had my first coronation chicken sandwich (which started a new personal obsession for lunches there, they are delicious!), and me and mom treated ourselves to multiple goodies at Waitrose, an organic grocery store (including Pork and Apple stuffing sandwiches and plenty of Diet Coke -yum!). We also stopped by the Jane Austen Center, and it was just as lame as Rick Steves promised. Jane hated Bath, for the most part, and the Center focused more on her character's lives here than Jane herself. Frankly, I get enough interaction with Anne Eliot and Catherine Morland in class, but it was neat to walk up to where JA used to live, and the souvenir shop had some lovely postcards (and numerous photos of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy).
On Day 2, we took a tour (Mad Max, recommended) to Stonehenge and Lacock, where parts of Harry Potter and the BBC's Pride and Prejudice were filmed. Stonehenge was neat to see, for photos sake (kind of like Pisa), but the audio tour was also really boring and mostly filled with "Well, we don't exactly know what these were for, but we do suspect . . . ". Leading theory is that it was a seasonal clock for planting and harvesting. I did not recognize much in Lacock, but it was a pretty little historical city. I wouldn't mind living there - apart from all the restrictions that are placed on your external improvements from your home, its a favorite place for people to film movies and tv shows, so residents are regularly paid money by Hollywood so they don't park their cars in the street. Easy life, ay?
That's probably enough information. Mucho love!
Bath is really lovely. It has a River Avon (England has 3 separate ones, I think) , which actually means "River River" - the Romans mistranslated it when they came, saw and conquered. An architect used the river as an excuse to build an English imitation of Florence's Ponte Vecchico, so the bridge is a bridge, while also being a street full of shops and homes. Its very pretty, but Florence wins, hands down, if its a contest between the two.
The Roman Baths were a bit of a disappointment. I usually love audio tours, but this one was long and dull, so I never listened to more than 5 minutes on any topic in the Bath center. The Bath is still fed by the same Roman pipe and system, but no one is allowed to swim there anymore. Instead, there are "spas" that use the same hot springs and mineral waters that you can pay to get into in other parts of the city. Me and Mom didn't bring our suits, so we passed (although I hear they have better ones in Budapest, and I told John Moore he better pack a suit for that - apparently in Hungary it is "the" thing to do). I did enjoy the Pump Room though, and not just because of its role in two Jane Austen novels (Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, if you haven't done your homework). Its beautiful, and has a nice view of the old grungy Roman baths, and from the looks of it, sells an impressive high tea spread (although we didn't have time to do that either).
The water at the King's Pump is supposed to be medicinal - that's why so many people came to Bath in the old days, to soak in and drink the mineral water to get over whatever ails them. One of the Queens came and soaked, and then got preggers real quick (But I forget which Queen, Anne maybe?) - and that's how the city regained favor in popularity a few hundred years ago. I tried the water, but I'll stick to regular medicine - it smelled and tasted like old feet.
I had my first coronation chicken sandwich (which started a new personal obsession for lunches there, they are delicious!), and me and mom treated ourselves to multiple goodies at Waitrose, an organic grocery store (including Pork and Apple stuffing sandwiches and plenty of Diet Coke -yum!). We also stopped by the Jane Austen Center, and it was just as lame as Rick Steves promised. Jane hated Bath, for the most part, and the Center focused more on her character's lives here than Jane herself. Frankly, I get enough interaction with Anne Eliot and Catherine Morland in class, but it was neat to walk up to where JA used to live, and the souvenir shop had some lovely postcards (and numerous photos of Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy).
On Day 2, we took a tour (Mad Max, recommended) to Stonehenge and Lacock, where parts of Harry Potter and the BBC's Pride and Prejudice were filmed. Stonehenge was neat to see, for photos sake (kind of like Pisa), but the audio tour was also really boring and mostly filled with "Well, we don't exactly know what these were for, but we do suspect . . . ". Leading theory is that it was a seasonal clock for planting and harvesting. I did not recognize much in Lacock, but it was a pretty little historical city. I wouldn't mind living there - apart from all the restrictions that are placed on your external improvements from your home, its a favorite place for people to film movies and tv shows, so residents are regularly paid money by Hollywood so they don't park their cars in the street. Easy life, ay?
That's probably enough information. Mucho love!
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