its 530 in the morning here.and ive been up for an hour already
some strange noise from the night woke me, and instantly excitement flooded me as i realized i would be headed home today. today doesnt feel out of place. it doesnt feel weird to be going home. rather it is in the looking back, and realizing i have spent the last two months in another culture, another country, another continent that the strangeness sets in.
its almost out of body in a way.
it feels just like a very long vacation that i am finally getting to go home from. which in essence, it was.
ive met some amazing people here, experienced a wonderfully beautiful culture, learned more about myself then i ever thought to expect. this place, this experience has left its mark on me. i am going to miss it here, but not at first.
going back to america, to american culture, to my ‘old’ life, is going to be an exciting (and for a while new) experience. one that temporarily expels any thought of lacoste from my mind. but when the newness wears off, when the busyness of school sets in, and i am settled back into my american life, thats when the memories will come back and ill begin, for a moment, to relive the beautiful summer i spent living in the south of france
this past weekend i traveled to berlin to see julia. i was so excited to get to see her again after three years!
turkish pizza
graffiti artists at the berlin wall
grapes, nectarines and strawberries purchased from the turkish market
and eaten as we walked through berlin and sat on this wall over looking the river
berlin is has the best graffiti i have ever seen
what was left of my gemuse kebab (vegetarian turkish sandwich) when i remembered i wanted to photograph it. the most delicious thing i have eaten in europe! i would love to find a recipe. i will forever be craving this!
view of berlin from the top of the hill in the park
sunday morning breakfast!
julia has missed american pancakes and i have missed being in the kitchen
two weeks left before I return to the good ol’ south and I find myself listening to country music with growing frequency.
its the down home-mamas cooking and fried chicken-country blaring on every station-a church on every corner-barefoot-hot humid summers-corn fields-cb radios and pick up trucks-rebel flag flying-Friday night football-cut off jeans and cowboy boots-slow southern drawl-southern hospitality that keeps pulling me back. Especially that slow southern drawl….
our last trip with my painting class was to aix en provence. it was rather similar to most of the other towns we have visited, but the main attraction was to see cezannes studio. we werent allowed to take photographs, but i snuck some anyways, which accounts for the poor quality (i know, such the rebel, blame my mom, i get it from her :] )
i enjoyed seeing his studio, it reminded me a little of how my grandmas house was as i was growing up
random pictures from the trip :
its always an adventure when todd and deb are in charge of driving/navigating
alex and honor
julia and katie
allen (aka ethan allen)
megan
michael
