Muffin updates aside, let me move on to the REAL point of this post - the rundown of what I did over the Christmas holidays. Christmas itself and the days both leading up to and following were spent with family friends in Paris. If it's possible, I fell even more in love with the city this time around than on my other visists. I think this is due to the fact that Paris is fabulous at Christmas time, and the fact that there are more cultural opportunities in one square block of Paris than there are in the whole of Quimper. Well, that's probably an exaggeration. But Paris makes it its job to nourish its inhabitants and visitors with rich and varied cultural opportunities, while Quimper prefers to stash them in secret locations (and even once found it's likely that the median age of participants is about 50). Then again, I'm pretty sure Paris makes just about any city (at least in France) dim in comparison of it's cultural offerings. But, I digress. The point of all of this is that being in Paris was both beautiful and fantastically intellectually stimulating.
The time that wasn't spent taking in museums and momunments was spent in the company of the fantastic Salomon-Corlobé family. They are my "family" here in France and make me feel nothing but welcomed when I'm at their home. I enjoyed a fabulous spread of food and an abudance of American movies and TV shows on DVD. It was fabulous. :)
Here's a little something to give you an idea of the beauty that is Paris at Christmas (and this was literally taken 30 seconds down the street from where the S-C family live).
After six days in Paris, I headed down to Barcelona for New Years on an 11 hour overnight train. It was actually a much better way to travel than I imagined! After a nice seven hours of sleep in the "couchette" I woke up in time to watch the sunrise over the Mediterranean as we chugged through southern France and into northern Spain. Here's a little taste:
Once in Barcelona, I had several hours to kill before being able to check into my hostel, and almost twice as long to wait for the friend I was meeting to arrive. I spent a long time sitting around the train station before venturing into town and eventually finding the hostel. Turns out the girl who checked me in was from Nantes, a city about two hours from Quimper, so we had a nice little chat in French as she showed me to the apartment (this hostel had one centrally located office and then several lofts throughout the city, each with three or four private rooms and communal bathrooms, kitchens and living spaces). It was nice to have a little French in my life as I felt rather overwhelmed by my lack of Spanish knowledge!
Once Rebecca, my travelling buddy, arrived, we got to business and started to take in all that Bacelona has to offer. Among some of the highlights were Gaudi's "Sagrada Familia", a massive cathedral started in 1882 which is still nowhere near completion, and Guëll Park, another Gaudi creation. Gaudi was a hugely influencial Barcelonan artist with really modern ideas about his art. His work is all bright, intricate and noticably lacking in straight lines. Very cool. Here's a pic. of La Sagrada Familia:
For New Years itself, Rebecca and I wondered for a long time before finally finding a restaurant that had enough room to let us in. We finally got seated around 11, which was perfect as it provided us a place to bring in the New Year. We had a lovely three course meal and about 15 minutes before midnight received our "goody bags". The waitresses brought around little bags full of noismakers, streamers, hats and grapes for use once the clock struck 12. The grapes are a Spanish things. It's a tradition to eat 12 grapes at the stroke of midnight, one for each toll of the clock. I was told the tradition started one year as a way for Spain to get rid of it's surplus grape crop, but it stuck and apparently is done every year all over the country.
The restaurant was a fun place to be, everyone singing and yelling and making noise long after midnight struck. We finally left the restaurant around 1 am, to find that the streets were packed with people. We spent a good hour wandering, at first in search of a bar to settle into, but finally just decided to take in the craziness that surrounded us. It was good times! Here's a pic from the restaurant:
After a few more days of taking in the beaches (just the scenery, it was cold!), former Olympic stadiums and a few churches, it was back on the train for nearly 24 hours of travel back to Quimper (11 hours to Paris, 4 and a half from Paris to Quimper with about 8 hours of waiting in train stations in between...) The rest of the vacation was spent doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and it was wonderful.
I hope you all had wonderful Christmases and New Years! Thanks for being patient with my posting...I'm really liking this internet café that I'm writing from...maybe I'll make it my weekly routine to come here and write (I seem to be more productive here than at home). Until next time, take care!
Un gros bisous a tous mes chèrs amis :)
1 comment:
your holiday sounds like a fairy tale! you lucky duck. :)
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