Exhibit A: Plaid Umbrella |
Exhibit B: Focused in on my umbrella in the corner with a fuzzy St. Mark's Basilica in the background |
All of us with our masks! |
It might be rainy, but I'm a happy girl with my brioche-gelato sandwich. |
Me on the gondola ride! |
Monday evening, March 3rd we got back on the bus. They played the movie Hancock— let me tell ya, Will Smith sounds weird as a French guy — and then, just as we were all wanting to go to sleep, or at least try, the lady in charge of the the tour group decided to play what I’ve decided is the strangest French movie ever called Brice. We returned to Aix early Tuesday morning, I made my way home from the bus station, and proceeded to nap for about five hours. Then I had to repack my bag for England.
After clumsily paying for my ticket (it was my first time paying in person using my fancy new credit card with the chip in it, not the magnetic strip that you slide… I couldn’t figure out how to put it in the card reader machine. The man kept telling me to flatten my card out and I kept looking at it and thinking What does he mean? It’s not bent at all? When in reality he meant I needed to put my card parallel to the machine. Life is hard sometimes) I ran down to my platform where my train was already waiting. Just a couple minutes later, the doors shut and the train was off.
I miraculously made all of my connections and felt like the winner of the Amazing Race (minus the wonderful cash prize…) when I made it to Canterbury. Along my way, in each of the various train stations I was in, I asked anybody I could find for directions. One man behind an information desk sassily informed me that I was looking for St. Pancras, not Pancreas which is something completely different (if you’re keeping count, that’s two sarcastic British responses within about 45 minutes). But after his snippy comment he helped me out and gave me good directions. Honestly, throughout my entire time in England I was surprised by and thankful for how helpful and polite everyone was.
So I made it to Canterbury right around 2 am and my friend Katniss who I worked with at Camp Oakledge came and picked me up. She was kind enough to let me stay at her house, feed me and entertain me while I was in England, which I am so incredibly grateful for.
A picture of Katniss from camp representing her British pride when Prince George was born |
Wednesday and Thursday I hung around Canterbury and saw the sights there, like the Canterbury Cathedral, and walked around the pretty downtown area. Friday I went into London and met my friend Kate who is also at IAU this semester at the British Museum. After looking around there for a while, we got on a train to Leavesden to go to the Harry Potter studio tour.
Canterbury Cathedral |
Inside of the Canterbury Cathedral |
Inside of the Canterbury Cathedral |
Canterbury Castle |
St. Augustine's Abbey |
The Rosetta Stone |
Some of the sculptures from the Parthenon, AKA the Elgin Marbles |
The tour was really cool— a Harry Potter nerd like me’s dream come true. We got to walk around the Great Hall, look at different sets, costumes, props, hear and read secrets behind the movie magic, drink butterbeer, and we even met an extra from the films.
Hanging in the Great Hall |
About to go see Dumbledore! |
Casual selfie in the Mirror of Erised |
Having a mug of butterbeer with Kate! |
Catching the Knight Bus |
About to buy ourselves some quality quidditch gear at Diagon Alley |
Visiting the Hogwarts Castle, no big deal |
Saturday Katniss and I went back to London where we met another friend from camp, Kiesh. We saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace (or at least as much as we could see with the giant crowds…) and then walked all over the city seeing Big Ben, Parliament, the Tower Bridge, Camden Market, Covent Garden, Leicester Square, and on and on. Thanks to Keish I have some prime photos from all of these prime photo opportunities. That evening when Katniss and I got back to Canterbury, we went out with her housemates to a pub before I had to leave the next day.
The changing of the guards |
The man behind Katniss and I is just about to yell at us to keep moving |
Keish and I in front of Westminster Abbey |
Look kids, Big Ben, Parliament! |
Obligatory phonebooth pic |
I absolutely loved visiting England and being able to see some familiar faces, and as I already said Katniss was a wonderful hostess. I definitely plan on going back to England. Not this semester, but soon, hopefully. Aside from the chaotic time I had getting from the airport to Canterbury, there was no downside to my time there— other than the dollar to pound conversion rate… eek.
So I returned to Aix Sunday, March 9th. It was a strange feeling, because it was like I was returning home in a way. Returning to my temporary home (don’t worry Mom and Dad).
The following weekend I was able to see another familiar face as Clara, a friend from Truman who’s an English teaching assistant in Andorra this year, came to visit me in Aix. Clara went to IAU summer of 2011, so it was a sort of homecoming for her as well.
Happy to be reunited |
Clara was thrilled to get to eat doner kebab again! |
It was absolutely beautiful weather that weekend and we spent a lot of time outdoors. On Friday we went to an area that Paul Cézanne used to paint Mount St Victoire from. The spot was beautiful and it was a sunny, clear day so we were able to easily see Cézanne’s muse in the distance.
Taken from the spot where Cézanne would paint Mt. St. Victoire |
After a late morning from hitting the Aix nightlife the night before, we went to the different markets on Saturday morning. I’m lucky because Aix has so many open air markets. There’s a food market and a flower market that run everyday (except maybe Sundays? I’m not positive on that…) and then we met a friend of Clara’s who also went to IAU in 2011 and got some gelato on Cours Mirabeau, the main street in Aix. Later, we went to Cézanne’s atelier, or studio where he painted his still lifes. (lives? What’s the plural of still life?)
Clara and Becca enjoying some delicious gelato |
On Sunday, to round out our Cézanne-themed weekend, we went to Mount Sainte Victorie with plans to make it to the summit. As I said in my last blog post, I had already climbed most of the mountain a few weeks before, but didn’t make it to the top because we were worried we would miss our bus back to Aix. So, this time, Clara and I were determined to make it all the way to the Croix de Provence at the top.
On our way to the summit |
After a long, sweaty couple of hours, we were finally victorious in conquering St. Victoire (see what I did there?) After we made it to the bottom and consulting the map posted, we discovered we hiked approximately 14 kilometers which is about 8.7 miles. Wowzers. If I remember correctly, it took us about three hours to go up and two hours to descend, with lots of breaks and time to eat our lunch outside of the church near the summit.
Outside the church near the top |
Almost there! |
Feeling like we're on top of the world at the top of Mount St. Victoire |
This guy was tight-rope walking just near the summit! |
Clara and I were both in need of more water with our lunch and we assumed (incorrectly) there would be a sink or water fountain around the church. There was not — France in general isn’t a fan of water fountains or public restrooms — but there was a large cistern that two separate people showed us and said we could use. One man told us it collected rain water so it was fine to drink. We stood there debating if we should drink it or not since there was a sign that said “eau non potable” (non-potable water) but our thirst outweighed our better judgement and we refilled our water bottles. Thankfully, everything with the water turned out to be fine and we began our descent happily hydrated.
The round, low stone structure is the cistern that we got our questionable, but safe water from |
On the way down we realized we would miss the 4:30 bus we were trying to make and, since it was Sunday, we would have to wait around until the 6:30 bus. We got to the stop — which is really just a sign on the side of the road — around 5 or 5:30 and began to wait. Another couple who had been hiking St. Victoire showed up and waited with us. Clara and I had plans to go to her old host family’s house for dinner that evening. The 6:30 bus would make us late- not to mention we were pretty gross from climbing the mountain. Clara called her former host and apologized that we would be both late and smelly. A few minutes later, as we were waiting, a lady pulled her small French car over and asked if we were heading to Aix. The four of us were absolutely thrilled that she was kind enough to stop to pick us up. So again, against my better judgement, Clara and I and the older couple from Montreal all piled in the French woman’s car.
We profusely thanked our kind stranger as she dropped us off. Because of her we had enough time to change out of our sweaty hiking gear before heading over to Clara’s former hosts. It was so kind of them to also extend the invitation to me for dinner and it was really cool to be able to eat dinner with another French family. We ate raclettes, which is a delicious cheese you put in a fancy raclette machine that melts it, then you put the melty, stringy cheese over baked potatoes and eat it with charcuterie. Delicious.
The following weekend I went to Lyon and the Luberon valley, followed by going back to Marseille and to Avignon this past weekend, but as this post is already super long (sorry!), I’ll save those two weekends for my next post!
Bisous!
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