“Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends… The mind can never break off from the journey.”
– Pat Conroy
Dear blog readers,
I recently took note that it has been a full 27 days since my last post! Is it true that I’ve let almost an entire month go by without writing? I would have updated you all earlier, but it appears that my travels got in the way. However, now I have the opportunity to treat you to tales from my two weeks away from which I just returned this past Saturday.
The line-up :
France: Lyon, Aix-en-Provence, Nice
Monaco
Italia : Cinque Terre, Florence [Firenze], Rome [Roma]
I shall to endeavor to describe my most poignant memory from each destination visited so that you can get a taste of what traveling through the south of France and Italy are like without having to worry about hairy travel itineraries or living out of a backpack for two weeks. I will start with my first two stops : Lyon and Aix-en-Provence and follow throughout the week with a post for each of the other places.
[Sketch 1 : Lyon]
It was night one of the trip and my beginning-of-spring-break-when-I-still-had-energy, adventurous spirit prompted me to boldly try Lyonais cuisine. There are many different types of meat which fall into this category, but my dinner happened to manifest itself in the form of Andouillette. Have any idea what that is? I didn’t either.
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Sitting comfortably at the table after finishing my first course of soupe à l’oignon and a petite salade, I was enjoying both the subtle warmth radiating from the fire in the corner stove and the cool, evening breeze wafting in from the square. Little did I know what was in store for my taste buds. When the smartly-dressed server returned with my entrée I was pleased with the presentation of the dish and hungrily gazed at the contents : it appeared to be a sausage covered in a creamy mustard sauce. And my eyes served me correctly, for it was indeed a sausage covered in a creamy mustard sauce. However, this was not a typical mélange of meat and the odor that greeted my nose did not immediately tempt me to dig in. Although I began to question what I had ordered, I willed myself to cut off a piece and take a bite. And after doing so I then forced myself to eat the entire dish. Instead of getting into nitty-gritty details about the taste of Andouillette, let’s just say that I was later informed that it is a sausage composed of the entire digestive system of the pig. Oink.
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[Sketch 2 : Aix]
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A few days later, I found myself a two hours south of Lyon in Aix-en-Provence, a beautiful and somewhat petite city in the south of France where two friends from home study and who I was able to visit while there. These same friends gave Megan and I a suggestion for an activity just outside of Aix : hiking Mont Sainte Victoire. What a lovely idea! We could bring a picnic and spend the afternoon on the mountain that Cezanne famously painted.
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Twenty-four hours later we found ourselves sweatily sticking to the scratchy chairs of the local bus that we had been rushing down the mountain in order not to miss. The bus was relatively empty and its few occupants all looked a bit sunstrained and haggard; myself included. It had been a warm day and although the sun was still a little ways from setting it felt like ages since we had set out that morning for the hike. My feet were toast and I could feel a slight tan coming on around my neck. There was nothing that I wanted more than a shower and a (very) long drink of water, but I still had to sit through the 20 minute bus ride back to Aix. However, this was no big deal, as I could take this time to cool off as we weaved our way across the countryside back to the Cours Mirabeau.
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What exactly had passed in the interim between the morning bus ride to the Mont and the bus ride back? Well, Megan and I encountered a 900 meter climb that led to a summit with a view of the Mediterranean Sea in one direction and the Alps in the other with Aix visible in a valley between the two. It was unbelievably breathtaking and the weather was perfect for your basic amost-1000 meter ascent. It is true that Megan and I were slightly unprepared for the steepness and difficulty of the hike, but as the French say, ça valait la peine [it was worth the effort] and I am so glad that we did the climb.
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Lyon
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Aix