So this last week in France everyone was on holiday for the entire week, celebrating the festival of Toussaints (All Saints), you see in France even though the government is not religiously affiliated, when they tried to abolish the Catholic holidays everyone raised holy hell (dont mind the pun), and so now they are the secular state with the most holidays because they have both national holidays and Catholic holidays, which is fine by me ;) So the entire University had the whole week off, except the CUEF (which of course is the part where I study). We just had Wednesday off, although most of our profs canceled class anyway (knowing that if you dont leave France for the week you starve, because nothing is open-everyone is on vacance!) So I did actually go to class but only Monday and Tuesday.
The Friday before last I went to Marsaille tout seul (all alone) because everyone needs a little private time, and I really, really, really needed to be by a large body of water (preferably salted). So I went and the sea air gave my soul strength, and I spent alot of time at the Chateau d'If (which is where most of the first half of the Count of Monte Cristo takes place), on Saturday, which is a prison island, kindof like the midevil version of Alcatraz. It was beautiful while I was in Marsaille, the high on Saturday was 31 degrees, in celcius, which I think is about 90 degrees in for us. It was warm enough that I wore a summer skirt and was not cold at all. I saw so many sailboats out on the water and it was such a beautiful day that I wanted to go sailing SOOOO bady, and I was very sad that I had not the oppertunity to do so. So on Sunday I packed up my things and had breakfast down on the wharf (a crepe of course) and went in search of Gram's and Denny's friend Roger, who has an apartement in Marsaille and a flat in London. Gram only had his address in Marsaille and the address and phone in London, so my oroginal plan was to look him up in the phonebook and confirm his number with the address, but France is not like the US (need I forget) and there are not phone books in every phonebooth (I have heard that you just have to call the operator, but doing said transaction in French is terrriflying!) so I found the address on my map and just went, then I had a moment of crises when I wondered if I should ring the bell to get buzzed up, so I called Gram, at 1 in the morning PT time (sorry Gram!) but that was ok, because it turned out that Roger was there and is a very nice man who I was very pleased to meet. We went out to lunch before I caught my train and he also graciously invited me to stay with him in London before I head home (I fly from Paris to London, and it was a snap to change on flight to a few days earlier), which is great because we all know how much I LOVE London!
So when I got back to Grenoble I had a scant 2 days of class before I headed to Barcalona with Nikki. We left super early on Wednesday to get there in the late afternoon (although it was dark), and have dinner with her cousin, Natchi and his wife and daughter. It was really great to get to meet some of Nikki's family (she has met a few of mine on weekend trips to PT) and also to have some natives show us around what I can only describe as one of the most beautiful cities! In the early portion of the last century, there was a man named Godhi who did alot of achitectual designing in Barcalona and the result is magical, it is like a modern fairy city made of sandcastles, with wide tree lined avenues and tourited apartment bulidings and movie theaters that look like Roman amphitheatres. Nikki and I walked down the streets and eneded up taking pictures of Insurace bulidings and the like just because the architecture was SO cool. We mostly walked a ton and got a real feel for the city and the one "touristy" thing we did was go to Sagrata Famillia (Holy Family) which is a church that they started in 1882 (the same year as Gram's house!) and are still working on today (this is not unusually, Notre Dame took 300+ years to finish) but what they have done is simply amazing! It is also designed by Godhi, and take it comming from someone who has seen ALOT of churches in her time, this one is totally different from anything youve ever seen. Its really modern, and is being created for a modern worshiper, and it will be increadible when it is finished in another 100 years or so (Nikki and I promised eachother that we would come back when it was done!). And in the meantime it is unconcrated so there are funny things like vending machines in the soon to be sanctuary and things like that. We also waited in an hour and a half long line so that we could see the panoramic view that one of the cathedral's towers has to offer, and it was deffinatly worth the wait!
So that has been my last week, and what lies ahead foe this weekend? Only God can know, because I sure as hell dont, so I am on my way to the SNCF (the French rail system) office to see what my student discount card can do for me!
A tout a l'heure!