The day my family arrived in France began very early with a
6:58 shuttle train ride to the TGV station. They just put this shuttle train in
Avignon, calling it
le Virgule, and although it was very fast (getting us from
Avignon Centre downtown to the TGV station in 6 minutes), I think they should
not have gotten rid of the shuttle bus they had before, as this doesn’t run
nearly as often. Alas, all went well and I arrived on time to Charles de Gaulle
airport to pick up my extremely tired parents, Dan and Brenna. After taking the
bus to Gare de Lyon, we had a quick lunch (and nap in their case) and made our
way on the train back to Avignon. We were all supposed to sit together but as
the woman next to me said that she gets motion sickness sitting next to the window,
I agreed to sit there and speak across her to my family. She joined in our
conversation, understanding nearly all English while speaking French to me. In
fact, when asking about what I am doing here in France, she exclaimed that she
knew where Apt was and had friends who lived near my new French home. This
would soon become a pattern for the rest of the two week vacation.
After a nice train ride enjoying the views of the
countryside*, we arrived at the Avignon TGV station and picked up the rental
car. And so began the critiques of Dad’s driving in a foreign country, which
continued all week, ranging from funny to mean. Really guys, he did an AMAZING
job navigating roads in a place he had never been before, especially in such a
ridiculously small car with the winding, narrow mountain roads (which in many
cases had no guard rails). Though for navigation, I really do think the in car
GPS ended up being a lifesaver – my road map I had bought of the South of
France would barely have been able to lift a finger in helping us. That night,
we got pizza from Pizz’Avenue and relaxed at the hotel. I had been dying to try
Pizz’Avenue for a while as everyone raves about it. My review? Incredibly
disappointing, undercooked and flavorless. Let’s just say the meals got better
as their week in Provence progressed.
Sunday, I woke everyone up and we went to get pastries from
my favorite boulangerie here in town,
Caractères. This again would become a pattern: what I didn’t realize about vacances de fevrier in Provence is that
nearly EVERYONE takes this as an annual vacation. Including businesses.
Throughout the week, as we would walk up to a shop, café, or restaurant that I
had been so excited to show my family, most times my eyes were met with a gated
door and a handwritten sign saying “congés
annuels”. Like normal, I never know what to expect around here! I felt bad
that my family couldn’t see some of the things I had planned to show them, but
they were completely understanding the entire time. And plus, they got to
experience my way of life here in France: expect the unexpected!
After breakfast, we headed to the Sunday market in
Isle-sur-la-Sorgue. I had been told by many that this market is the best in
Provence and, as I have been to many a market, I was excited to see what this
new place had to offer. I can officially say that this market is definitely the
best: with its enormous size and variety of vendors set in this quaint little
village, it was wonderful just to wander around and buy some souvenirs on the
beautiful sunny day.
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| The Sorgue River that runs through the city |
Then we were off to Avignon, where I showed my family the
quintessential tourist sights of the Palais
des Papes, the Pont d’Avignon and
the view from the Rocher des Doms.
Although they were extremely tired, this being their first true day combating
jet lag, they definitely were in high spirits to see the details of this walled
city. Even so, we called it an early day and drove back to Apt, and as no
restaurants are open in town on Sunday, we might have partaken in a McDonald’s
meal slightly outside of town. You gotta do what you gotta do…. plus they have
wifi!
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| Cheesing in front of the Pope's Palace |
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| With the bridge in the background - on y danse, on y danse! |
Monday morning, we were greeted with another blue skied day.
We took our pastries and ate them in the Jardin
du Monde in town. Then, as Brenna’s leg had been hurt from a soccer
accident and the pain was getting worse, we stopped by the emergency room here
in Apt and I got to practice my French medical terms. Although these are pretty
non-existent, I helped out as much as I could, as none of the nurses and staff
spoke English, besides the doctor that saw Brenna. After getting more meds and
information about where to get bequilles**,
we were off to our first stop of the day: Roussilion. As my Mom has her degree
in geology, I was extremely excited to show her this place and knew that it
would easily be her favorite. They were just floored by the dramatic colors of
the ochres, especially with the extreme contrast against the blue sky, and it
led to a wonderful afternoon exploring this natural wonder.
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| This week's new pastry: pain au chocolat et noisettes. Basically, a chocolate and hazelnut pastry. Pure HEAVEN. |
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| Just chilling underneath the palm trees in Apt. |
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| The red rock in Roussillon |
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| Miss Geology with the ocres in Roussillon! |
Working up a hunger, we stopped by a terrace café for lunch
and soaked up the sun while we munched on crêpes,
croque-monsieurs and ice cream. Then,
it was off to the scenic overlook onto the town of Gordes. Although I have
visited both Rousillion and Gordes in the past, it was so much more enjoyable
being able to share these little villages with my family. As we drove up to the
viewpoint, I knew what to expect, but hearing their “ooh”s and “aah”s made me
see the beauty of the light shining on the white walls of the posh buildings in
a completely different way.
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| Early evening light on Gordes |
On our last stop of the day, making it just before sundown,
we arrived in the middle of an uninhabited valley where the 12th
century Abbaye de Senanque sits. The
isolated, yet still active, abbey was proceeded by lines and lines of lavender.
Though not in bloom right now, you could still imagine the beauty of the place
in the summer. Not to mention that it still had a lingering, fragrant scent of
lavender, which added to the sense of calm one has when visiting this place.
The next day I dubbed to be Roman day, as we spent the day
exploring many Roman ruins in cities scattered around this region. In the
morning, we drove to Vaison-la-Romaine which has two sites of ruins nestled
within the town center. It was amazing to see how the rest of the city has been
built around these ancient ruins, and great to see how well they have been
preserved. Plus, another wonderful morning market to wander around in was a
nice way to start the day.
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| Queen of the ruins. |
Then, we were off to Orange, which boasts a well preserved
Arc de Triomphe as well as an ancient
Roman theatre. Though it became windy and cold during this part of the day, we
climbed the many steps in the theatre and tried to imagine the performances
that took place at the venue in ancient times. Today, it still hosts the
Choralies festival during the summer, a
world renowned opera festival!
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| Arc de Triomphe in Orange |
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| Who doesn't love a good photobomb?! |
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| Theatre Antique |
For the last stop in this tour of Roman Provence, we left
the Vaucluse region and traveled into the Gard, visiting the magnificent Pont
du Gard, a massive Roman aqueduct that is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Though
I have wanted to see this site ever since I studied abroad here, I was not
expecting how big it was truly going to be. Staring up at its large beams, I
couldn’t help but wonder how the Romans could have built something so large and
lasting with the limited amount of technology at that time. It was definitely
the highlight of “Roman day” in Provence.
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| No picture can quite capture its massiveness. |
That night, we ate at one of my favorite restaurants in
town, Chez mon cousin Alphonse.
Again, because many of my favorites were closed during this week, Chez became a place that we frequented.
My family nor I did I mind, with the dessert menu that nearly competes in size
to the regular one, we enjoyed nice meals of tartiflette, wood stove pizza,
fondue, duck, and other favorites, washed down with wine for the ladies and
beer for the men.
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| Dad's poison (left) and mine (right). Papa Bear and Little Bear. :) |
Wednesday, we woke up and were greeted with rain. A lot of
rain. As I had seen this in the forecast, we made it a simple day of driving
through some of the littler villages around Apt, including Bonnieux, Lacoste,
and the famous Ménerbes where Peter Mayle lived and wrote about in his book a
Year in Provence. Because it was rainy and there was a lot of fog, we didn’t
get out and take any pictures but more or less took in the view and feel of the
cities from the car. Then we were off to Lourmarin to visit the Château de Lourmarin. We stopped in town
to get a small lunch beforehand and ended up having a nice leisurely lunch,
full of conversation with our waiter Benjamin who had just returned to France
after living in San Francisco for several years.*** Again, always expect the
unexpected here in France!
We made it back to Apt early that night and decided to catch
a movie at the cinema, something I tend to do normally on a Wednesday night.
They had August in Osage County playing in English, so we enjoyed a quick flick
and then a nice French dinner at a crêperie
called le Chant de l’Heure. As my
family all adores cheese and sweets, they loved trying the savory and sweets
crepes in this homey lofted restaurant.
Thursday brought an early morning but a promise of beautiful
weather, as we were heading to the coast town of Cassis. Anyone who has asked
me the question “What is your favorite place in France?” will know that this
has been and still is my answer. I fell in love with this small coastal beach
town during an excursion that I went on when I studied abroad, and my love for
the clear blue waters splashing up onto the beach surrounded by Cap Canaille
and the calanques has only continued to grow. Although we spent a short morning
here, going on a boat tour of the calanques and relaxing by the Mediterranean
Sea, I am so excited that I get to return here for my last weekend of the
assistantship. I was so happy to be able to show this little gem to my family,
who seemed just as enthralled by its beauty.
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| Pure happiness. |
I said that Tuesday was dubbed “Roman day” – going with this
theme, Dan decided to dub this day “Becca day” as we went to all my favorite
places. The afternoon was spent in Aix-en-Provence. Although my mom had visited
here before, it was wonderful to show the rest of my family where I studied for
six weeks, my walk to school, my favorite gelato and crepe place and of course,
all the fountains. After exploring the city, I took them out to the Barrage de Bimont where they could see
the Montagne Sainte-Victoire that I
hiked just the weekend before.
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| Family in front of la Rotonde! |
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| Alumni representin' |
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| Dan and Brenna with Cezanne's muse in the background |
We awoke Friday finally feeling the effects of a non-stop
tour throughout Southern France. That, along with the rainy weather, scrapped
the plans for the day and we decided to hang around town, resting and writing
postcards while spending some quality time together. That night, we were
invited to go to my coordinating teacher Cathy’s house for dinner. As I have
been there a few times, I felt at home instantly, though I was worried about
how my family might fit in. I needn’t have worried; Cathy, Marc and their
children made my family feel so welcomed, offering us pissaladière, pot-au-feu, bread, cheese, and homemade ice cream for
dessert, all washed down with a lovely Alsace white wine, a round red wine made
in nearby Ventoux, and even a light organic red wine. They talked and talked to
us for hours and loved hearing about life in America. After finally saying our
goodbyes and many thanks at midnight, we drove back to the hotel with our
bellies full and our spirits high.
Saturday morning marked the beginning of our last day
together in Provence and it could not have begun better. A sunny blue sky
greeted us as we made our way through the Saturday market here in Apt. I was
happy to show my family the little windy alleys of Apt, and help them buy some
souvenirs from this place as they got to experience one last market. For lunch,
I introduced another French tradition to them: a wine and cheese tasting at Chez Sylla. With each of us getting
something slightly different (the men got sausage platters while the women got
salads and cheeses), we got to try each other’s food and wine choices, leading
to good discussions with our waiter about how the wine was made and how each
one is different. My family loved this meal, boasting that it was maybe their
favorite, which showed as they bought their favorite wines and confitures from the store room.
In the afternoon, we headed off to Fontaine-de-Vaucluse, a
small village which holds la source, or the source of the Sorgue river. As it
is winter, everyone says that it is the best time to visit this sit, as the
water is incredibly high and rushing throughout the village. As the beautiful
weather continued, it was clear that we were not the only ones that had the
idea to visit the source, which was shown by the overflowing parking lots
throughout the city. We followed the mass of people going towards the source,
all the while taking in the sights and the sounds of the gushing water of the
river next to us. When we reached the beginning, we noticed that there was a
large rock face that people were climbing to get a better view. Although I was
not really equipped for climbing, Dan, Dad and I climbed up to get a better
view and a few pictures. It was certainly worth almost slipping down the side
of the hill, as the pool of blue water below was a beauty to see.
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| Dad looking like a kid in a candy store after climbing the rocky trail for a better view! |
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| La Source |
Our last night in Apt, we decided to have a small dinner, as
we would be up at 4:30 to leave for Avignon.**** So what fine dining
establishment did we visit, you may ask? Since I had told my family so much
about it, we had to make a stop at Pizz’Burger. One of my students took our
order, gave us a meal for free and even offered us coffee after. I talked to my
favorite French woman, who I finally found out refers to me as la fille avec l’ordinateur, or the girl
with the computer. Wifi junkie, much? But anyway, we spoke in French about my
family and we translated the conversation back and forth, always so welcoming
even if they barely know any English. I am glad that I did take my family there
– though it is not exactly French cuisine, it has that laid-back, welcoming
Provencal attitude that I want my family to remember.
With speedy and a little stressful packing for the rest of
the night, our week together in Provence came to a close. I can’t even begin to
explain how wonderful it was showing my family around where I live, work and
studied. I hope they understand why I like it so much in this region in France,
that it is all about slowing down and enjoying what is around you: the
beautiful sights, delicious food and wonderful family. I think that they felt
welcomed and at home, in my home away from home. It was truly a week that I
will never forget.
*Read: Me enjoying the countryside, everyone else napping.
Jet lag is rough, folks!
**Translation: crutches. I had to google translate that one
on my phone while in the hospital – yes technology!
***I know, right? What a small world! Brenna, Dan and him
chatted like old pals about the Bay area.
****In hindsight, the 7am TGV ride might not have been a great
idea. But hey, it was cheaper and we got into Paris earlier!
