May 2013
5 posts
… exchanging français for espagnol for the month...
As I write this, I’m careening towards the city of Bordeaux on an Intercités train, and there’s a child of about six years old playing Minecraft on his dad’s iPad beside me. I have two episodes of Game of Thrones to catch up on, a heckuva lot of portfolio prepping to do and a few hundred pages to go on various reading material stuffed in my day pack. I’m quite certain my six other hours of train...
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... thinking that I should probably rename this...
Sorry lovelies, proper updates very soon. I depart for Spain in five short days. Here’s what I know for sure, I have to be in Barcelona by May 23, 4 pm for an evening of musical magic at Primavera Sound Festival.
April 2013
5 posts
...living la vida corsair in Saint Malo.
That’s corsair, not pirate. There is a difference and I’m embarrassed by my lack of swashbuckling knowledge.
An hour out of Rennes, through the Vallée de la Rance maritime, is the tourist-swarmed city of Saint Malo. Given that Bretons go crazy when there are clear skies and sunshine a-Brest (haha… non?), it was a bit like when Vancouverites all head for Stanley Park on a...
...wandering through the cobblestone streets of...
So because I obviously don’t listen enough to my parents and I quite enjoy being in the company of complete strangers, I decided to try out the CouchSurfing business this weekend. Off I went to spend three days in darling Rennes, capital of Bretagne.
It was a bit of a toss-up whether I wanted to visit Rennes or Nantes, though I admit it was mostly the Beirut song that had piqued my...
...cycling through the French countryside.
Noelle and Phillippe had a plant fair in a nearby city leaving us to care for the ker* all by ourselves for the weekend. I’ll save the nature of work being demanded of us for another post but I can truthfully say three hours is not nearly enough to balance out the effects of my new diet. There was a lot of chocolate, wine and frômages those three days. It was glorious.
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...travelling to the end of the world, part deux
Christie, what’s with the title? The Romans used to call Brittany (Bretagne) ‘Finis Terrae’ - land’s end, end of the earth. Bleak but not entirely inaccurate when taking into account its geography and landscape.
After hustling my way through the Parisian Métro (top notch wayfinding and art nouveau influence everywhere!), I wandered over to Gare Montparnasse in the 14ème...
...travelling to the end of the world, part one
This post comes a few days late but I’ve been quite taken with this shiny, new, nomadic lifestyle I’m living. It’s been a challenge to perch myself in front of the computer screen long enough to check in with Mommy write some posts instead of deciding my next destination.
Inability to get my driver’s license aside, I like to think I was blessed with a good sense of direction; I think I would’ve...
