Tuesday, April 14, 2015
France: Venansault - Now this is more like it
I'm sitting outside in the sun on a park bench. There is a garden to my right. Christelle's father has planted the following: strawberries, raspberries, peach trees, plum trees, thyme, bay leaves, flowers of all kinds, sizes and colors, olive trees, tomatoes, lettuce...I can't even remember what else. It is impressive, but it's only the middle of April, so I'm missing out on the bloom of May. To my right/ahead of me is a neighbor's farm with cows. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining and the house/feral rescue cat and I have already made friends.
Prior to arriving here, I booked a week long trip to Barcelona. I immediately regret not spending more time here. That is a silly thought of course as anywhere I go on this trip has been and will continue to be perfect.
Before I started this adventure, my hairdresser (who I love to pieces) told me "You won't recognise yourself when you get back." Meaning, I am going to be able to be me entirely on this trip. I can do and see the things I want to and I will learn and grow the whole way. So far, I have realised that just because I'm on this amazing trip, doesn't mean I'm going to all the sudden make friends all over the world. I am still me, and am shy as hell when it comes to speaking another language. I am ok to talk to strangers on a whim but I haven't felt like it yet. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to Barcelona because it will be a week of alone time. Time where I can sleep in late or skip sightseeing and enjoy room service. I have also learned that being here, in the country, is more my style. It is where I find peace. Just as incredible as Notre Dame was (and it did completely blow my mind), I am as joyfully in awe of beautiful green grass, song birds, walking on gravel and watching a flower bud open in the morning.
I have three more days here and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.
P.s. I have a head cold, but my cough is almost gone. The slow pace of the country and the warmth of the sun (plus neurofen and panadol and the occasional cough syrup) will heal me right up.
Prior to arriving here, I booked a week long trip to Barcelona. I immediately regret not spending more time here. That is a silly thought of course as anywhere I go on this trip has been and will continue to be perfect.
Before I started this adventure, my hairdresser (who I love to pieces) told me "You won't recognise yourself when you get back." Meaning, I am going to be able to be me entirely on this trip. I can do and see the things I want to and I will learn and grow the whole way. So far, I have realised that just because I'm on this amazing trip, doesn't mean I'm going to all the sudden make friends all over the world. I am still me, and am shy as hell when it comes to speaking another language. I am ok to talk to strangers on a whim but I haven't felt like it yet. As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to Barcelona because it will be a week of alone time. Time where I can sleep in late or skip sightseeing and enjoy room service. I have also learned that being here, in the country, is more my style. It is where I find peace. Just as incredible as Notre Dame was (and it did completely blow my mind), I am as joyfully in awe of beautiful green grass, song birds, walking on gravel and watching a flower bud open in the morning.
I have three more days here and I am going to enjoy every minute of it.
P.s. I have a head cold, but my cough is almost gone. The slow pace of the country and the warmth of the sun (plus neurofen and panadol and the occasional cough syrup) will heal me right up.
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