Sunday, April 14, 2013

Marseille


Bonjour Tout le Monde,


Back in February my friend Meagan and I decided to check out the small seaport town of Marseille for a weekend, where it would be warm and sunny. As time went on, more and more of our group decided to tag along and by the weekend of  March 23rd there were 8 of us going. Because there was such a large group of us we decided to rent an apartment by the harbor, so that we would 1. Have a place to ourselves where we could leave our things safely 2. Not have to worry about the headache that hostels can sometimes be and 3. It was cheaper if we all split the cost. The day of, Peter (one of the guys in my group and the only male on this trip) left before the rest of us so when we got there he was patiently waiting on the platform to greet us. As we all piled out and walked towards him I said “hey dad!!”  he then put his arms out and sarcastically said “Hey girls, how was camp?” :D

We walked down the road and found the apartment where we were staying at. It was absolutely gorgeous. With 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and a kitchen equipped with a bar, big dining and living room that were surrounded by floor to ceiling windows that looked out towards the sea. It was perfect. We set out to explore the apartment and claim where we were sleeping.  We decided it would be cheapest to plan meals together and do big family meals, so we all set out to the local grocery store to pick up pasta, tons of bread, cheese, veggies and wine. By the time we got back it was time for dinner so we all divvied up the tasks and went to work. That night we had chili over rice, accompanied with bread, salad and wine, of course (doing how the French do).

The rest of the evening we spent sipping on wine and playing card games with jazz music playing in the background. Later on, one of the girls, Gabrielle desperately wanted to check out the Marseille night scene, so I went out with her. We walked into one dance club but nothing was going on yet, so we decided to walk the pier checking out bars to see if they were worth staying in. We got a drink at one and chit chatted amongst ourselves for a little while and then decided to go back to the club to see if it had gotten any busier. Luckily it had and we stayed to dance.

One thing I find so funny is that in every bar and club I’ve been to in France, they play American music (Little John, Beyonce, Alicia keys, David Guetta, Justin Timberlake, Nicki Minaj etc.) but most of them don’t speak English and therefore have NO idea what they are saying, yet because they’ve heard it so much over the radio they sing along to it (or at least try to). The whole night Gabrielle and I were belting out these songs and smiling at each other when we heard French people awkwardly trying to sing along too.
The next day, Peter, Katie, Meagan and I decided to go explore the city. We took a bus down to the old part of the harbor, but it started raining just as we got there and so the market closed down. Luckily, we caught one of the merchants who was selling a famous Marseille treat (that I forget the name of :/ ). Essentially it was dough the size of a baguette deep fried with sugar on it (basically like a GIANT churro). Peter bought one thinking he was going to be able to eat it all himself, but as the merchant handed over the giant piece of deliciousness, he looked at me wide eyed and for the next ten minutes kept ripping off huge pieces and shoving it into my hands.  It was heaven.
Because the area was pretty desolate, because of the rain we decided to venture up the quaint little streets to reach the top of the hill. Little did we know it was going to take us all afternoon. We had no direction, just kept walking higher and higher. We came across an old, tiny cathedral that was ringing its bells, we found very old French styled homes that were all different colors with wooden shutters and their ovens outside of the house, the kind of thing you might see in movies. Although the area was quaint and picturesque it was plain to see that these people still lived very simple lives, doing their laundry in their yards etc. We took a few pictures of the scenery at the top, and then quickly descended because at that point we were soaked. We headed back to our apartment and stopped by the main cathedral in Marseille, Notre Dame de la Garde which was ornately decorated and covered in marble on the inside. That night we divied up the tasks for dinner again and had pasta with alfredo sauce, bread, salad and wine. The rest of the night followed the same order. It felt so 1940's to just sit inside, have this smooth jazz ambiance while sipping on wine and playing card game after card game. 
Sunday we had to be out of the apartment by 3 and our train back to Grenoble was at 6:45. Some of the group decided to go explore the city some more but Gabrielle, Caroline and I decided to walk down to Starbucks and have a hot cup of coffee since it was pouring outside (so much for sunny, warm weather right?). We spent a good couple hours having quality girl talk and then decided to head back to the apartment to play cards and have lunch. We all had lunch together and tried to eat any leftovers. When 3:00pm rolled around we headed out bringing our bottles of wine with us (because believe it or not, you can consume alcohol on the streets in France) and decided to slowly walk towards the train station stopping in any interesting stores we came across to pass the time. At 6:30 we boarded the train and headed back to Grenoble just in time to have dinner with our host families.


                                   Part of the living room featuring Caroline
                                    The dining room and side of the kitchen
                                   View from our window of the day we arrived
                                   Notre Dame de la Garde
                                          Notre Dame de la Garde
                                         The quaint little streets in the seaport town
                                    Old and new technology
                                     View from the top of our hike
                                  The houses in the seaport town..so colorful and cute
                                    View from half way up our hike
                                 Inside Notre Dame de la Garde
                                    The pulpit
                                     Inside Notre Dame de la Garde

                                   View of the port
                                   Marseille
                                     The port
                                  Just down the hill from our apartment
                                 Another view from our window
                                   The other side of the apartment's view

             
             A sample of French rap music...incase you're interested:)

Short and Sweet Grenoble

It's finally time for a short blog, eh?

I just want to say first and foremost that I MISS YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH and I can't wait to see some of you in just A FEW WEEKS ahhh!

Now, to the blog.......


The weekend after I got back from Ireland there was a huge flea market that happens twice a year in Grenoble. It’s right along the walls of the river and it stretches out a mile or two. The people come from all surrounding cities selling old antique furniture, collectible items, china, clothes etc. So most of my group decided to meet up in the morning to go and see what we could find. We ended up splitting up and getting lost amongst the crowd but we all were able to find little treasures. Cameron bought a vinyl of Stevie Wonder, Peter bought little dishes from Morocco to cook escargot in, Katie bought a 1950’s handbag and I bought an old tobacco pipe to give a certain family member back home J. It was fun doing something that you would normally see in the states. Afterwards we were all starved so we stopped in a cafĂ© and grabbed lunch, then because it was such a beautiful day we walked to a nearby park where we did some sunbathing and people watching. It seemed like everyone and their mother was tight rope walking. An activity I had scene a few times in San Diego but apparently is very popular in France, where you tie a tight rope between two nearby trees and attempt to walk across it without falling. Some people were very successful but it was more entertaining to watch the debutants. We spent the whole day here chit chatting, laughing and enjoying the very rare sunny day we had.
            That following day, I had signed up for a French cuisine class with some other people in my group. Around 6:00pm we headed over to the ladies house. Once we got there, we divvied up the tasks (appetizer, entrĂ©e and dessert). I was in charge of dessert with Kendall and Gabrielle. I didn’t realize how difficult it was going to be because I had forgotten they use the metric system so everything was in liters and kilograms and the cooking directions were in French, which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but I lack the culinary vocabulary in French.  Once we were finished we helped set the table and then brought out the lovely meal we had just cooked. We ate in the French order (salad, appetizer, which was a zuchinni and salmon soufflĂ©, the entrĂ©e which was pork chops with mustard sauce, green beans and rice accompanied with white wine then dessert, tarte tatin which is like an apple turnover crumble pie and then bread and cheese and coffee (of course). By the time we finished, I swear I gained 20 lbs…so worth it though because it was the most delicious meal I had had in France since I’d been there!


                                   A nearby park
                                     The view from the Chateau in the park...the Chateau is not worth mentioning ha
                                           Petite waterfall
                                     Deer in the park??
                                            Megan  and I
                                    The Chateau
                                     Walking through the hundreds of acres
                                          Katie and Peter making the soufflĂ©
                                   Day of the market
                                            Beginning stages of the dessert
                                  Our table with the timbale aux courgettes et saumon soufflĂ©
                                   CĂ´tes de porc sauce moutardĂ©e avec haricot verts
                                   End result of the dessert tarte tatin....proud moment
                                    A little kitty that came to visit me outside my window
                An absolutely HILARIOUS video of an evil swan creeping up on us and my friend Jordan's commentary.

Monday, April 8, 2013

50 Shades of Green Part 2

Galway: We arrived in Galway late at night but decided to grab some late dinner. We ventured around a little bit and settled upon an old Irish pub that was still serving food. Soon after we sat down, a group of men in kilts and bagpipes walked through the door. We asked the waiter what they were doing here and he said that they were a band touring around Ireland playing bagpipes, attending ceremonies etc. Shortly there after, they busted out in music playing every song in their repertoire it seemed like. It was fun seeing everyone dance about and hearing the majestic sound of Irish bagpipes. They finished just as the pub's late night band came in to play. The band consisted of a lead singer with an acoustic guitar, a bouzouki and a hand held drum. They started playing old irish folk songs and so we walked up to the front to find and a seat and enjoy the ambiance of it all. We stayed there for quite a while, listening to the low hum of people mingling in and out and the allure of the irish music. It was a fantastic first night in Galway (the cultural heart of Ireland) as they say. The next day we got up early to head to the Cliffs of Moher. We hopped on a bus and took a 2 hour ride through the Irish countryside to get to the cliffs. The Irish countryside is one of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever seen. The stereotypical picture you have in your head when you imagine Ireland and rolling green hills is EXACTLY that X 10 at least. Its absolutely breathtaking. Once we arrived at the cliffs, Meagan and I literally ran off the bus all the way up to the ledge. I cannot begin to describe to you how massive and majestic these cliffs were, the pictures can't even do it justice. I felt like a teeny tiny ant compared to these cliffs. We spent 2 1/2 hours just roaming up and down the cliffs. There is a barrier that keeps people from going to the very tip of the edge, HOWEVER Meagan and I wandered so long that we found a place where there was no barrier and it was just a flat sheet of rock. Instead of standing right near it we decided it seemed safer to lie down and look over. We met an American and a New Zealander, Ashley and Emma who are studying abroad together in Bourges, France. They were such a fun duo, we ended up spending the rest of the afternoon together galavanting around Moher together. After our 2 hours was up we got back on the bus and the bus driver took us to get lunch at the MOST delicious restaurant "O'Connors" (I have uploaded pictures below to prove how amazing it was). On the way back to Galway the bus driver also stopped off at "the beach" also known as the Burren which is formed by limestone karst plates that have been thrust to the earth's surface - in other words, it's a great big rocky mass. It's one of Ireland's novelties which seems odd and perhaps ugly but it's  in it's own way beautiful and unique.
We finally arrive back in Galway and we go back to the hostel to rest up a bit for dinner. Once again we go to the same district that we went for dinner the previous night and we share a steak dinner with white wine, rice pilaf and chocolate mousse for dessert. It was such a delicious meal and I was so thankful to have a big slab of steak because in France it's unheard of to get a meal like that, especially with our host family. We decided to hit up a huge old Irish bar that they have turned into a sports bar, however after about 30 minutes we realized this was one of their "down" nights and that it wasn't going to get very busy so we walked out and was met by the sound of a big band playing in the bar across the street, so we both look at each other, smile and run across the street. We walk in and everyone is in a suit and tie and at least 45+ years of age sipping on wine and martinis. We slip into the crowd, order a drink and just stand there and enjoy the music. After a while we have a few, harmless old men come up and talk to us who just make innocent small talk and move on. They were pretty impressed with how we held ourselves and the fact that we were traveling alone around Europe (I guess their impression of Americans before us wasn't very good :/ ). We decided to cut the night short to get plenty of rest for our long day tomorrow.

We woke up early again to catch the bus to Connemara. Connemara is a county in Galway which is a valley of mountains, lakes and rolling hills. There is literally nothing out there except farm land and meadows. But it is iconic and there is the famous Kylemore Abbey. Our first stop was at St. Friars Abbey which is a 13th century chapel that turned into a lodging place for St. Friar and others during that time.
Like I mentioned in one of my other posts, it's amazing to be standing in a place that is thousands of years old. The oldest place I had been before this trip was to locations on the East coast of America where our forefathers constructed the Constitution etc which is only a few hundred years old. Never before have I been to a place that hold so much history. I was in awe of the structure and how it could still be standing after all this time (granted the roof was missing). But I can't begin to describe how amazed I was going to all these ancient places. From there we drove through Ashford Castle Hotel which is a medieval castle that turned into a 5 star hotel in the 1930's. The hotel has 83 bedrooms and is on a 26,000 acres which now holds private homes and such, but the castle is absolutely breathtaking. Celebrities like John Lennon, Queen Mary, Brad Pitt etc. have all stayed here before. We weren't allowed to stop and take pictures or else we would have been fined but we quickly did a loop around it and kept on our way.

The bus driver pulled into this tiny little town for a lunch/bathroom break. However, when we were about to depart towards Kylemore Abbey the bus wouldn't start. Luckily, another bus from the same touring company stopped in the same town and since Meagan and I were in a time crunch to make a bus back in Galway after the Connemara trip the second bus driver let us join his tour while our original bus driver called for maintenance. The second bus was a private tour for a group of seniors citizens. When we boarded the bus the seniors were sooo happy to have us. They welcomed us and all the old little ladies wanted to know where we were from and our whole life story; it was quite funny.

Onwards toward Kylemore Abbey, we drove through the vast countryside of Connemara (one of the regions where the Great Irish famine hit the hardest in the 1700's). The bus driver pulled over abruptly when he saw two white ponies grazing on a hillside. We were all wondering what the heck was going on, but the driver pulled open the doors, stuck his head out and whistled towards the ponies. They cocked their heads towards the sound and started prancing towards the bus! None of us knew what to expect or why he was calling them over. They stuck their heads in the door of the bus and the driver threw two apples their way. They were absolutely gorgeous and it was such an unexpected treat to see wild ponies up close and personal.

We finally made it to Kylemore Abbey where Meagan and I enjoyed a complimentary sandwich, soup and coffee with admission into the Abbey. Kylemore Abbey is both an abbey and a castle which was built in the 1800s and is now home to a community of nuns who came there in the 1920s after their abbey in Belgium was destroyed during WWI. They opened a world renowned boarding school for girls that actually just had their last class in 2010. However the nuns still live there and maintain the castle, gothic church and victorian walled gardens. We toured the gardens first and saw a bunch of nuns walking around enjoying the sunshine and laughing amongst each other. And then we toured the castle where they have a prayer request book in the middle of their entry way which I wrote in :) Then we loaded back onto the bus and headed back towards Galway. As soon as we arrived we ran off the bus and ran to our other bus to take us to Sligo.

Sligo:

We arrived in Sligo late in the evening and took a taxi to Pat and Una’s house. An elderly couple that are like 5th cousins of Meagan’s. The taxi driver said he was overwhelmed by our American accidents and that he had a hard time understanding us, which I thought was pretty amusing.
We arrived at this gorgeous house on top of a hill overlooking a lake and grasslands. Pat and Una met us with a big old hug and a lasagna dinner. We spent the night talking and getting to know one another. Pat told us that the next day he would take us into town (which consisted of maybe 2 or 3 streets of shops and restaurants.
He sure was right, he dropped us off “downtown” and we strolled the streets, going into cute boutiques , bakeries and jewelry shops. We ended up staying at this cafĂ© that looked like a modern library. Above all the tables were bookshelves where you could pull any book off and read as you sipped your coffee.

Pat came and picked us up in time for dinner.  On the way home he took us to Dooney Rock (Dooney is Meagan’s last name and she had been dying to see the “famous” rock named after her family). After dinner we snuggled up on the couch with hot chocolate, a fire place and watched a movie all together. It was nice to have a relaxing few days after hustling around everywhere for the past couple of days. The next day Pat drove us around the countryside to W.B Yeats’ grave and to the beach.  After the nice drive he dropped us off at the bus station to take a bus back to Dublin.

Dublin: We met John (dad of the O’Connor family) at the bus station in Dublin. He takes us back to the house. As get there John dropped us off and picked up Eoin for their Gaelic football practice that night. Sweetly Eoin had made us dinner which was waiting on the stove when we arrived. He told us to be ready to go when he got home, as he was taking us out again for our last night in Ireland. We spent the evening eating and relaxing, waiting for him to get home. When he arrived he told us some friends would be coming over soon to pre-game with us, as drinks at the bar are really expensive. So we got ready, played a few drinking games with the lads and headed out on the town.

We hit up the same bars we did the last week (Diceys and Coppers). Diceys was absolutely packed and Meagan and I automatically grabbed some drinks and started dancing together. We were minding our own business out between the tables when all of a sudden I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. I became blind with pain for a second and whipped around to see what it was that had hit my head and I didn’t see anyone looking at me or acknowledging they had done anything but as soon as I turned back around tears filled my eyes. Meagan hadn’t seen what happened either. Eoin and Deane (Eoin’s best friend) came up to us and Deane saw that I was tearing up and asked what happened, I told him and Eoin and they both got really upset and asked who had hit me but I didn’t know. Shortly after we left and headed to Coppers. There we spent the rest of the night dancing and singing our lungs out.

The following day we woke up and had Eoin had made brunch for Meagan and I and invited his friend Jeff to come over before we went out golfing. We had a little picnic style brunch in the kitchen then got bundled and headed out. We were supposed to meet up with some more friends but they were running late so we hiked up this cliff which had a beautiful view of all of Howth (the area we were in) with the islands in the distance. As soon as we saw their car rolling up we ran back down and met up with them. There were 3 Irish lads (John, John and Dara) who all happened to look like leprechauns with red hair and freckles, Dara inparticular had the high voice and short stature. Jeff said he would give us money if we called Dara one, but we didn’t have the heart to do it.  We started golfing, but me being the only one who had never golfed before absolutely sucked. Jeff and Eoin and Meagan had to give me lessons each time it was my turn. They were all very patient and nice to me as I took my time. The two Johns and Dara wanted to play against themselves so they went on ahead. I tried my best but after awhile I was becoming a little frustrated so I started chucking the golf ball as far as I could and then putting it in, that way I wouldn’t take so long. At the end of the game we decided to drive some golf balls from the pier into the harbor. As we walked down from the golf course we stopped at a gas station for some 99s (the vanilla ice cream I described in Part 1). Everyone took turns driving balls into the water, seeing who could reach the furthest point (except for me who was afraid I would hit concrete the driving club J ). Everyone out there was taking pictures and getting amusement out of watching the lads. After a while we headed out and Eoin dropped us off in downtown Dublin to do some last minute shopping. I picked up some souvenirs for family and friends and then headed back to the house for dinner.

It happened to be Eoin’s anniversary with his girlfriend of three years so he said if we wanted to go out for our last night he would have Deane take us out. However, he ended up making it back in time from his dinner to come too. That night Eoin knew of a girl hosting her birthday party at Dicey’s and therefore we could get in free and crash the party. They had their own section of the venue reserved with half priced drinks. We hung out in there socializing with people Eoin knew and had a few drinks. Meagan and I started to get antsy to dance more so we moved from Dicey’s to Coppers again. Eoin began twirling us and being so goofy, it was so much fun just to be surrounded by such great people who just wanted to have a genuinely fun time. We danced there for a few hours before the club closed. As we walked down the road to hail a cab we turned into a restaurant that was still open to get taco fries, which is exactly what it sounds like, all the toppings of a taco (except for the tortilla) over fries. Eoin, in his slightly inebriated condition ended up ordering 4 taco fries but none of us were very hungry so he ended up eating 3 on his own while the 3 of us shared 1 :P. Once Eoin couldn’t eat anymore we hailed a cab, piled in and headed home. The whole way home we were laughing, making jokes about the night and writing all over the fogged up windows. Once we hopped out Eoin jumped on my back as I was running up the driveway, we were all laughing as I nearly tumbled underneath his weight, but in that moment he gave Meagan and I a huge hug and told us that he was going to miss us so much when we left. It was times like this, submerged in absolute bliss and utter happiness that made this trip what it was; carefree, so much fun, full of laughter and 10 days full of wonderful memories.

                                        The tide so far out, all that is left is this brown seaweed

Old ruins in the middle of the countryside
                                      Ruins dated back to before christ
                                     On our way to the Cliffs of Moher
                                      Irish countryside takes my breath away
                                    A little town matchmaking business
                                      The cliffs of Moher
                                      Looking down into the valleys
                                    Cliff side
                                     This has forever changed my life
                                            View of how tall the cliffs are (650 feet)
                                            The lookout point
                                   Couldn't get enough of them
                                    The tide coming in
                                        View from the cliffs looking down
                                The little rock in the distance is the rock in one of the Harry Potter movies that him and Dumbledore are standing on with the cliffs in the background
                                       Laying out on the edge
                                   LOOK how HIGH up we are!!!
One of the scarier moments, looking over
Feet dangling over the edge
            Dancing on the edge of Ireland                                                                                       Looks like we are standing out in the water, but we are actually on the furthest point out on the cliffs

                                      Our traditional Irish meal...YUM!

                                      The Burren
                                      St. Friars Abbey ruins
                                      The long hallway leading to the dining room
                                             St. Friars room
                                      St. Friars Abbey from the outside

Ponies in Connemara coming up to our bus

                                      Beautiful Connemara
The wild ponies
                                    Ashford Castle Hotel
                                   Kylemore Abbey
                                    Kylemore Abbey entrance
                                    Looking out onto the lake from Kylemore
                                      The Victorian walled gardens
                                             The church
                                         View from the bus of the wild lands...absolutely majestic
                                           Outside of the church at Kylemore
                                       Bus ride back towards Dublin
                                           W.B Yeats grave
                                   At Pat and Una's house with Pat

                                     Doors to the cathedral near W.B. Yeats' grave
                                    Standing on the cliff looking out at Howth..I messed up the pic but it's the only one I have with Jeff
                                        Best of friends
Eoin hitting golf balls of the pier 


                                    Having 99s with the lads