Tuesday, January 28, 2014

A Weekend in the Mountains

This past weekend was the Dickinson spring semester trip. We went to the Valley of Louron in the Pyrénées, the mountain range that separates France and Spain. It was so nice to escape the constant rain of Toulouse (seriously did I move to England?) for the fresh mountain air. We were only there from Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon but it felt much longer than that.

We left Toulouse bright and early Saturday morning and headed south. Because of all of the rain there was a mudslide just as we were approaching the valley that blocked the whole road. We found out that it was going to take about an hour to clear up so we turned around and headed back to the cute village we had just passed to have some coffee and crepes. If this happened to me somewhere in the US I would probably be pissed, but in France, c'est la vie. When we tried to pass again we were successful and we arrived in the beautiful valley. That morning, we split into two groups for activities. I went to visit the mayor of Estarvielle, the tiny town of 25 inhabitants that we stayed in. The other group made garbure, a traditional Pyrénées soup. We had lunch after that and then went to visit a woman who makes jam! We learned how to make blueberry jam and then got to sample all of her varieties and purchase a jar or two if we wanted. I got raspberry-mint and my god it's amazing. Afterwards, we went for a walk around the lake that sits right at the foothills of the mountains. Truly breathtaking. We went to go pick up our showsnoeing boots then headed back to relax and have an aperitif around the fire. For dinner we ate the garbure that the other group made and it was deeeelish. Most of us went to bed pretty early because we were exhausted after a long day.

Mudslide

Looking at old maps of the village


Blueberry jam

Raspberry-mint






Sunday we woke up early as well but this time to go snowshoeing! We drove up into the mountains, right next to a ski resort, and strapped on our raquettes (snowshoes). We could not have asked for more perfect weather. It was my first time snowshoeing and it was really fun! It's just like hiking but you have somewhat bulky things strapped to your feet. The views were incredible and I'm so happy it wasn't raining and we were able to do it. After we came back down the mountain, we went and had lunch next to the lake in the sunshine. Don't worry mom, I was wearing sunscreen as per usual. That afternoon we went to visit a fromagerie, a place where they make cheese! It was in a tiny village in the mountains and we had to walk a bit uphill to get there. On the way, Mme Toux stopped to show me some medieval frescos on a church in the village. The man who owns it gave us a tour of his space and we got to see the animals! The cows were beautiful and the sheep were adorable. We had a cheese tasting (I love France) and then got to purchase some cheese! We headed back to rainy Toulouse afterwards. It was a wonderful weekend and a great way to start off my travels for the semester!

Snowshoes!


I'm really cool, I know.

The snow formed really cool patterns






Medieval frescos




BABY COW

Yum.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

4.5 Down, 4.5 To Go

Months, that is. Somehow my study abroad experience has already reached the halfway point. It's a surreal feeling. I remember arriving in September and thinking shit. Nine months is a long time, I don't know if I can do this. And then I blinked and here we are. The past four and a half months have been incredible to say the least. There have of course been ups and downs, that roller coaster that the global ed people spoke about before we left is a very real thing, but I really am so happy to be here and so grateful to be having this experience. I couldn't do it without all of your support, so thanks to all of you for coming along for the journey!

It's definitely true that study abroad changes you. I don't know if it changes you on a super complex level where you're a whole new being by the end of it (though I'm not finished yet, so who knows!) but I can definitely feel small changes taking place. For one thing, I'm much more easy going now than I was in September. Compared to most people I am still not at all easy going, but for me, I am. And that's progress. I've learned to go with the flow more and enjoy the art of relaxation. I definitely feel much more capable now than I did in September. After planning countless trips, including a six day, multi-city Italian adventure, I know that I can organize basically anything.. though maybe I already knew that. Regardless, traveling does make you realize your place in the world a bit more clearly. We get trapped in our bubbles and forget that we make up a tiny tiny part of this huge world. Traveling from city to city and country to country made me realize that fact. I have learned, and continue to learn, so much about language and how we communicate during my time here. Language is a fundamental part of who we are and an aspect of life that I feel we take for granted. Only by coming to France did I realize how much of my life is defined by what language I speak. Plus, I realized how lucky I am to have been born in an english-speaking country and be a native english speaker. It really is the universal language and it has allowed me to communicate in countries where I do not speak the language (i.e. Italy and Spain.. and sometimes France.. just kidding..). I guess maybe that's the biggest thing that I have taken away thus far; it's important to go outside of your comfort zone and what's familiar to you in order to see life and the world in which we live more clearly. It's a big place out there and it's easy to find your home away from home, you just have to work at it. Toulouse no longer feels like vacation or a foreign city to me. In a weird way, it feels like this odd little home.

That was rambly (is that a word?), I know. I'm trying to reflect on these last four and half months and it's difficult to put in to words how I feel. Maybe in May I'll have a more synthesized reflection for you. Until then, I have finals to study for because, yeah, it's still first semester here in France (for two more days at least).

Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Rents Come to France!

After three and half months I was finally reunited with Stephgirl and Doug! Ian was notably absent because he's a butt and I hate him. Just kidding. Not really. Anyway, I met them in Chamonix in the french alps to ski for New Year's. The Chamonix valley was absolutely breathtaking. It might be the most beautiful place that I have ever been to. No matter where you are either in the valley or on the slopes, the views are just stunning. It was hard to concentrate on skiing when all I wanted to do was look up and around.

Speaking of skiing.. let's just say skiing in France was an experience. It was unfortunate because there really wasn't enough snow and they don't exactly make snow in Chamonix (at least not as much as they should) so it was really icy and even rocky in points. Thank god we rented skis. Conditions-wise it felt like we were skiing in the northeast when we really wanted Colorado-like conditions. I mean you would expect that from the alps, right? Ah well. On top of the lackluster conditions, the crowds were INSANE. We expected that since it's a vacation week but in a typical french way, there was zero organization. If you ski in Vermont during President's week, for example, the bottom of the lifts are super organized. There are multiple sections funneling people towards the lift and there are people patrolling the area and directing traffic flow. In France? Hell no. There would be hundreds of people funneling towards a 4-person chair with ZERO organization. Basically just a free-for-all bottle neck going on. It was the WORST. The crowds also made it really difficult to find food some days. I guess Chamonix just was not equipped for crowds.. which makes perrrrrfect sense considering it's one of the oldest ski resorts in the world. Typical France. After talking to my hosts when I got back to Toulouse they said that not all french ski resorts are like that but idk.. if there's one thing that the US does well it's organization, so I find it hard to believe that other mountains in France would be organized.






WORST

But it wasn't all bad! We took one of the highest cable cars in the world up to the summit of the Aiguille du Midi overlooking the Chamonix valley and the rest of the alps. The cable car was amazing and terrifying but the views at the top of the mountain were incredible. I can't even describe it. The pictures say it all. The town of Chamonix itself is the perfect ski-town size. Not too small and not too big with lots of shopping and plenty of restaurants. We ate traditional raclette and fondue which were both amazing. Mom and I also enjoyed our fair share of vin chaud after skiing. We also discovered the best little patisserie where we got desserts and coffee. Yum.

Raclette

Nomnomnom

Fondue 




Took that baby to the top of that mountain










All in all, it was a great, albeit frustrating at times, week. It was so amazing to see the rents and I can't wait to see Stephgirl again in March. Though the skiing was meh, the town and overall beauty of the area were incredible and I mean we were in the alps right? How many people can say they skied in the alps?



P.S. I've now been here for four months. Cuhrazy.