Friday, 2 May 2014

A Conclusion

8 months ago I arrived here, in Provence, and more specifically in the sleepy market town of Apt with Mum and Dad, and I would be lying if I didn't say I was slightly horrified. The prospect of my year abroad was not something that I was willing to think about at the time, and the moment of stepping off the train in Avignon, filled me with dread and fear at what was coming next, and going it alone.

my first view of Apt from the apartment

When I got here, I was slightly numb. I remember turning off the lamp in my little room, miles from home, miles from anyone I knew, turning over in the narrow bed, starring at the wall, and feeling totally numb at the prospect of seven months away from home. But time carried on around me, and as the numbness subsided there wasn't much time to think about the horror of what I was doing, and everyday was a constant discovery. 

and my lovely warm inviting bedroom

Because life is so different here. It has been a constant source of amazement, that the french, our closest neighbours almost, do things so differently. From the non existence, and lack of importance of wifi, the sleepy afternoon siestas, the shops being closed more often than open, the huge importance and event of the Saturday market, life in the south of France is rather how one might imagine, and idealise it, yet living it is another thing all together. 

lonely January in Apt


What I have learnt:
Life in the south of France is like stepping back in time. Family time is important- bank holidays, Sundays don't necessarily cater to the tourist trade- everything closes down so more time can be spent 'en famille'. Wifi is not important. Children spend much less time on the computer, there are fewer who use facebook, the focus is music, sport and family activities. The stereotype that the french don't like to work is not true- I have met some of the most hardworking people here, yet they all know how to unwind, and maximize on their time not working. 

Meal times are endless. As a general rule you start with an aperitif of wine, crisps etc, continue to a salad course, a main course, a cheese course and a dessert. And then there is often coffee and chocolate passed round. The food is shared, discussed, compared, and a source of great pleasure- the emphasis is on the tastes and the french love to talk about it. Likewise with wine. You have to drink the appropriate wine with each course, and again it is a source of great discussion. The few times I opted for water during meal times it was a shocking decision to the french, and as Juliane's grandfather roared when he saw my glass- 'water?! you'll get ill from drinking that!'

The french are not unfriendly. Neither are they overly friendly or welcoming. Apt is a close knit community, of country folk, traditional provencal caricatures. I have been greeted with much suspicion this year, and at first I found it very difficult to integrate. Once I had taken the first step, and actively sought french company, and conversation, the families I met here could not have been more accommodating, friendly, welcoming and kind.

my family with Juliane's family

I could go on but I run the risk of writing a very lengthy, not very interesting blog post. What I really want to say is how grateful I am to the people who have taken me into their homes, week on week, shown me their region, their culture, and taught me their language. I have been very lucky to have met some very special families, that I hope very much to stay in touch with.

We have had a send off in style with Mum, Dad and Kate, eating more pain au chocolats than I care to mention, exploring and returning to some of our favourite places in this amazing region. Despite Dad's rather gloomy statement, 'when you've seen one French market, you've seen them all' we have done a rather good tour of markets in Provence, and we have lavender bags, olive wood, goats cheese, tapenade and honey to prove it (and possibly a few extra pounds). I have very happy memories of my last week here in Provence with them, and indeed with all of my visitors this year. I have had so much support from everyone at home- and want to thank everyone who has been reading this blog.





At the end of it all, I would say not that it's been the best experience of my life- but the most challenging, interesting, character building, inspiring seven months of my life. Some of my days here in France have been the hardest and loneliest ever- you can never underestimate how it feels to be constantly a guest in another culture, reminded everyday of your foreignness, struggling to grasp the language, making many embarrassing errors of language. But every day I have been able to find resources to carry on, to brighten a day, to build bridges and learn more about myself and this culture than I ever thought I would. More than anything I have had opportunities everywhere I've been, to travel, to learn, to meet people, to discover and to grow, and for that I just feel lucky. Lucky that I've had this chance, that I've lived here, met these people, learnt this culture, and that tomorrow I'm going home to see my dogs and my friends, and family.  

The Wrights and our ice creams





Thursday, 1 May 2014

Visitors

I arrived back from Annecy, at Nimes station, and there I waited for my friend Rosie who was flying from Liverpool to Nimes to stay with me for four days (until Mum, Dad and Kate arrived). We hit up a cafe by the arena/ colosseum in Nimes (Nimes is often called the little Rome of France) and started catching up with hot chocolate. Later we got the train back from Nimes, the bus back from Avignon, and arrived back in Apt at 7.40 in time for tea. 

On Tuesday the weather dawned grey and grisly. We wandered through the farmers market in Apt, and then through the town, a steady wandering that took us to Chez Sylla, just in time for lunch. I've talked about Chez Sylla before- Becca and I went just before Christmas- and the second time did not disappoint. Chez Sylla is the wine cave where you can have a cheese tasting plate, a meat tasting plate, with a big salad, selection of breads, dessert, coffee and not one, not two, but three glasses of wine (all for 12euros). This leisurely lunch took some time, which was fine because clouds were threatening outside, and the more wine we had, the less walking we felt like down. Fortunately it is a bit of a hike back to the other end of town where I live, which sorted our heads out, and we crashed out on the bed, in a food/ wine/ tired coma. 



On Wednesday we started the day in Avignon, and took the bus to Isle-sur-la-Sorgue which is a little village, set on the place where five parts of the river meet, which makes it quite pretty to look at, and walk round. We stopped for a salad lunch by the riverside and then meandered on to Fountaine de Vaucluse, the village where the river's source is, and has beautiful views of the cliffside, and the river. By the time we had got the bus back to Apt, we were sporting some good 'bronzage' and half asleep.





Thursday was our last day together, and promised 24 degrees, so again, we spent the morning meandering, breakfasting, second-breakfasting, and drinking coffee. After lunch, we sunbathed, in the school gardens and then took the last bus back to Nimes. Because Rosies flight home was at 10.05am, the earliest bus from Apt wouldn't get us there in time, we booked a hotel for the night near the station. On Thursday night, we got ready and went out into Nimes for crepes (Rosie was going for the all round French experience) and wine in a bar. 



The three days we had together were all lovely, and again, it just makes me very grateful for the people that have come out to see me this year, it makes the whole experience infinitely better, to have things to look forward to and to show people around Apt. With it being so near the end, I have a collection of happy memories and photos of all my visitors this year, and can't quite say how much it has meant to have had them there with me. 

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Annecy

Though money-wise and time-wise it wasn't my best idea to go to Annecy the weekend after I finished, it also turned out to be one of the best weekends I've had this year. Annecy is a small French town in the alps near Geneva, and famous for the beautiful Lake Annecy, which is (I believe) the third biggest lake in France, and did not disappoint on any level.


It took me four hours to get there from Avignon, and I arrived on Friday lunchtime, met by Paige's friends Adam and Jenny. It was raining so we did some cafe hopping, some shopping and then settled down in a little wine cave with a bottle of red wine to wait for Paige to finish work.
my first view of Annecy

After two glasses of red wine, coupled with the four hours sleep I had managed the night before I was fairly dead on my feet by the time we made it back to Paige's apartment but we had a quick turn around and got showered and ready for a night out at the opening night of Pop-Plage, one of the only clubs in Annecy which was right on the edge of the lake. It was 11 by the time we made it to another girls apartment for predrinks, and 2 by the time we had walked all the way to the club. We left at half 4 and made it back to Paige's at half 5, where we fell into bed and slept until 11 the next day. 

Saturday the weather dawned a little grey but with the promise of some blue skies coming through, so we had a late balcony breakfast, and wandered off into the town to wander through the beautiful old town of Annecy. It was one of the most beautiful French towns I've seen, with much alpine influence, and the view of the snow capped alps that surround it. It was stunningly well kept and landscaped with some of the most amazing public flower beds I've ever seen. 



We took a boat trip in the afternoon, as the sun started to come out for us, round lake Annecy, and learnt a little about the lake- that it can get down to two degrees in winter and never freezes, yet up to 25 in summer. The water is so clear and crystal blue it is a swimmers paradise. But it was cold on the lake so a chocolate crepe was absolutely necessary to warm up before we walked back to Paige's apartment. A leisurely tea finished around half nine and our intention was to get changed and go back out for a drink or two but somehow we ended up in our pyjamas, in bed, fast asleep.



Sunday- my last day- and Easter Sunday- we picked up an array of eggs, cheese, bread and pastry at the market and set off walking round the lake to meet my friend Emily, from York, who is also working in Annecy this year. She lives and works on the other side of the lake, in the posh bit, and her apartment has a balcony with a lake view so it was a perfect spot to lay out our spoils, make cups of tea and have a slow breakfast of eggs and soldiers, reblohon and bread, pain au chocolat, pain aux raisin, croissants and je ne sais quoi. We ended up sitting on the balcony from 11 that morning until 7 in the evening, only moving to get more blankets and tea, and then Paige and I set off back to the main town. There we stopped for some wine and beer and then wandered back to hers to fall into bed before another early start for my train the next day. 





It was a lovely weekend and such a good celebration of the end of this experience, I couldn't have asked for a better way or a better place in which to spend it.

Thursday, 17 April 2014

La Fin

Seven months later I have finished the job I came out here to do. The weather is pretty much as it was in September- blue skies and sunny days though not much chance of lasting through the Easter break. This isn't great news for my soon to be arriving guests, so fingers crossed a bad Easter weekend will give way to more Provencal sunshine.

Today I walked back from school for the very last time. I took lots of photos over the week of my children, but obviously can't post these online so I took some photos of the various posters and cards that I was given over the week, that hopefully prove the children didn't find my presence too offensive (not including my 8am Thursday class who have been a nightmare of epic proportions). In fact, today, I was very surprised and touched by the reaction of the students to my last day. We had hugs and 'bises' (kisses) all around, with some of the children coming back for two, three or four bises. My favourite class presented me with all the posters they had prepared, and a beautiful bunch of lilacs. The girls were in tears when I left, and made me promise to come back and see them next year.


'I loved doing English with you,'
'Thank you for everything, good luck for the furture'
'Bon voyage and thank you for everything'
'Thank you for teaching us lots of English words. I hope we helped you.'

'Thank you for everything my favourite teacher, I love you'
'Thank you, we will miss you,'
'Thank you for everything you've taught us'
'Thank you for teaching us a beautiful language'




So it seems I have survived this experience as an assistant, and there doesn't seem to be quite the words to sum up what an experience it's been. It has been without a doubt one of the most challenging things I have ever done in my life, but also one of the most rewarding. There were many rainy days of November and February that I really had to dig deep to find the strength to face another class who didn't want to learn English, and the teachers who didn't seem to want to speak to me. There was plenty of blindingly obvious language mistakes and miscommunications, but I learnt to never let it get to me, and to never let it stop me trying to communicate. (And to laugh at myself, frequently).

I feel mostly grateful for having had such an opportunity available to me. At the beginning I couldn't have felt more outside my comfort zone, and when I pushed the gate to the school open to leave this afternoon, I could remember all too well my hammering heart when I opened it on my very first day. It's been (at the risk of sounding clichéd) one hell of a rollercoaster, but 'sans doute' from the good days to the bad days, this has been an experience I will never forget.

Monday, 14 April 2014

Cassis

This weekend we found a little spot of heaven in Cassis. Cassis is on the Riviera- just 20 minutes east of Marseille and beaucoup beaucoup more pretty. It's famous for its calanques and though I have yet to discover exactly what calanques are (apart from impressive formations of rock) we went to Cassis for its beach. Back in February after a rainy weekend in the apartment in Apt, Alison, Becca and I booked a hostel in Cassis to celebrate our last weekend together before the assistantship would be over. Back then when it was cold and grey and the prospect of four more months teaching hung over us it was hard to imagine this day coming, but it did and it was a weekend of very well deserved celebrations on all of our parts. 


On arrival we ditched our bags at the hostel (unbelievably excited to see our little infinity pool) and headed straight down the hill to the beach. With us we had Fran, Alison's roommate and two of Beccas American friends, and a very pleasant afternoon was spent sunbathing on the beach. Around 5 the other girls left, and more than a little red Becca Alison and I headed back up to the hostel to cool down in the pool and enjoy another couple of hours of sunshine. 



Our grand plan was to have a beach picnic, so we picked up some of our favourites at the mini casino (and paid through the nose for the privilege) got a bottle of red and a bottle of white, two baguettes (when in France...) cheese, ham, salami, olives, tapenade, tomatoes and various other bits and bobs. The beach was beautiful in the last bit of the evening sun and we laid out our spoils and cracked open the wine. 






No sooner had the first sip been sup (?!) and the first baguette been broken a rather dubious looking French/Moroccan man made his way over to us. 'Ahh les filles, les filles, vous etes francaises?' Recognising trouble we said no, in English, we don't understand you. This seemed to throw him. He continued a little falteringly in French. We repeated several times we don't understand you. He was requesting to sit and ha a drink with us. We kept shaking our head, and turning our back giving him clear signals. After a while he sat down in the sand next to us, and his friend who had initially kept his distance came over to join. A little concerned, because of us, two men who weren't taking no for an answer, and a deserted beach, we gathered up our picnic, and hastily left our lovely spot, with them calling out after us 'ahh les filles, attendez!' (Wait). I was initially furious that our lovely, much awaited, much anticipated and deserved, beach dinner had been spoilt by two ignorant idiots who couldn't have the simple respect to realise we didn't want them there for a second (you can see how annoyed I was) but we wandered back to the main port, which was still very pretty in the evening light, with all the boats reflecting in the water, and we spread our blanket along the front and sat down there. Safer amongst the buzz of people in the restaurants around, we had a lovely picnic and a lovely chat about the highs and lows of our seven months together. A little later we packed up and headed back up to the hostel, to sit on the terrace and have a cup of tea. 

When we woke up the next day breakfast was served out on the terrace again, baguettes, jam, butter, tea and coffee and we spent a happy hour out there before we got too hot and reclaimed our deck chairs by the pool. It was a blissfully lazy morning only marred by the fact we had to pack up and leave at 1. 




I can only end this blog by saying what a pleasure it has been to have had Alison and Becca alongside me this year. We have shared all our misfortunes, embarrassing French errors, frustrations and stories with each other. They've both been there to give me some encouragement on a low day, sympathise with me, laugh with me and support me and between the three of us there is an understanding of the journey each of us have been on this year. In Avignon we said bye to Alison for the last time this year in France- doubtfully the last time for me but possibly for Becca. And then it was time to get the last bus and we to Apt in time for tea, and Monday morning, the very last Monday morning of our working week in Apt.

If this sounds a bit emotional, I really am very pleased it's the last week of work. My patience with French children has been spread a little thin but with the prospect of Easter games and chocolate crispie cakes I think I can bribe them sufficiently to behave this week. But it will be strange to walk out of the classroom for the last time here, knowing that's a chapter of my life, once so daunting and unimaginable, that will be closed.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Beau temps

At the moment everything is blooming. In the space of roughly a week everything has turned bright green, pink and white, the sky is deliciously blue and Becca and my spirits are high because school's nearly over.



Of course there will be some things I will miss. This week the old assistant Cecelia, who did my job last year, came to visit us, all the way from Boston. On Monday we went to school together. My Monday kids and I are beginning to get a better understanding and things have been running more smoothly. They were all very happy to say hello to Cecelia, though it thoroughly threw them to see us together and despite us being about a foot apart in height and totally different in appearance many asked if she was my sister. Likewise when I explained to one of the classes that Cecilia came from America and I come from England, one of the girls piped up, 'ah, she lives in Africa!'. Some things really are just too difficult.

However, when I left each class I explained, next week will be my last week, the reaction on Monday was generally disappointment. My first class were mildly disappointed and one girl offered kindly that I could come and live with her in France. The second class more so and prompted one of the boys to howl, I want you to stay with me, which was met with paralytic laughter. And finally my little class were outraged and when they went out to play and I followed into the playground two of the girls came up and wrapped their arms round me and said very solemnly, 'Amy, tu va nous manques' (the very awkward french translation of 'we will miss you,' literally, 'you are going to miss us').

Sunday night Cece, Becca and I went out for dinner and had tapas at a new restaurant in town. It wasn't bad, there were some dodgy mussels, and a poor selection of bread, but some delicious cheese and honey parcels, meatballs and fried calamari, all washed down with a jug of sangria. We had a very friendly waiter who spoke some english with us, and one of my old teachers arrived later, came and sat next to us, and scolded me for speaking in french ('you are here to learn french, you should be speaking in french!' all in good humour of course). Cece treated us to the meal which was really very kind of her, and it was a nice memorable evening to spend in Apt, eating outside, before we shortly leave.

Tuesday was good also. I did feelings with my children, 'I am afraid, I am fed up...' and again told them I would be leaving the next week so we could play games. Again they seemed disappointed, especially my favourite little ones, and my teachers pet, Alba, who said 'Amy, est-qu'on peut faire un bingo?' (I played bingo with them the first or second week I was there, and she has asked every single week if we can play bingo since. I promised next week would be the week.) 


The weather remains beautiful, and I'm hoping it will last for Mum, Dad and Kate who arrive in two weeks. Until then, à la prochaine fois!

Monday, 7 April 2014

Aix-cetera

This weekend was the last weekend of relative free time...from today it doesn't really stop until the end. Friday, Alison and I went to Orange, hired bikes, and did a 30km bike ride round Chateauneuf du Pape. It was a pretty route through vineyards and the sun shone for us, but unfortunately the Mistral got up in full force and at some points it was like cycling through treacle it was that hard. In the evening I got back to Apt at 10.30, wind and sun blasted and fell straight asleep only to be woken by my alarm signalling the start of another busy day. 
the mountain behind in the legendary Mont Ventoux


I got showered and dressed quickly and set off to the market which was bustling with people- miles more than in March, and the whole Place opposite the school was filled with flowers, fruit and veg, cheese, hummus, baskets and other Provencal goodies. I just went to the fruit and veg stall and bought my veg for the week, plus asparagus and strawberries, and was given more spinach than I'll ever be able to eat by the vendor because I am so 'charmante.' After that, a quick dash to the supermarket and then back to my apartment to unpack everything and then pack my bag for a weekend with Juliane. It was already 9.30 and 19 degrees. 

Jean Philippe and Sylviane picked me up at 10 and took me to Juliane's. Juliane and I had planned a last weekend together before I go home. On arrival Juliane was still at work so I ate lunch with Emmanuel, Emmanuelle, Gaëlle and 'grand-père'; a huge platter of cured meats, salad, cheese, quiche, strawberries, lemon cake etc (plus we had martinis to go with..don't ask me why). We ate in the garden and the sun was hot, and then Emmanuel, Emmanuelle and I went together into Aix to meet up with Jean-Philippe and Sylviane, their son Xavier, his wife Helene, and their two little boys Martin and Remy. Then we all went back to a friend of Sylviane's for coffee and madeleines and je ne sais quoi. The apartment was a beautiful Aixois apartment, with cool tiled floors and a balcony dripping in flowers. I tried a bit of practising talking to the boys, but unfortunately picked the little one, Remy, who is a bit suspicious of all people except his mother and father. I asked him how old he was and he glowered at me through thick eyebrows before showing me four fingers. His mum asked him how old he thought I was. He considered briefly without much change in expression. 'Eleven?'

Aix- just another beautiful spot

Around six we got back in the car to head back to Juliane's and to pick up Gaëlle from her friends. No sooner had we knocked on the door of her friends, the mother was at the door, ushering us in, gesturing at the sun, suggesting an aperitif in the garden. And soon we had wine, and bruschetta and tapenade pushed in our hands, and we spent another hour and a half there. They were very interesting in me, 'la jeune fille anglaise' and asked lots of questions about my experience here. I got three glasses of wine poured for me, despite my protests, ('have you ever had this wine before?- then, you must try it!').

I was feeling a bit sleepy by the time we got back to Juliane's and we had a delicious dinner together, (I definitely just had water this time), and then we played articulate in French. (NOT easy). I learnt the words for lawnmower, hay, straw, road sign, and silver birch, which I perhaps won't use again but it was a good test of vocab nonetheless. After that it just about acceptable to retire to bed, my head spinning!

Sunday Juliane had the full day off. We had homemade croissants for breakfast, and then Juliane, Emmanuelle, Gaëlle and I set off down to the village for the annual 'Fête de la Chevre' (goat festival). Not quite up my street as it was basically a very large market of goats cheese, goats cheese tart, goats cheese sandwiches, goats cheese cake, etc etc but the village itself was very pretty and teeming with lots of people who we had to stop and give the obligatory three kisses, which passed the morning quite amicably. 

Rognes- the village where Juliane lives- so Provence




Then back to Juliane's for lunch (goats cheese and courgette tart....I ate every mouthful Mum) and in the afternoon Juliane and I went into Aix for a drink, and a 'chausson aux pommes' (apple pastry because I haven't yet tried one and apparently I HAD to try one) and then 'une glâce' and then we sat in the park for a while and chatted and enjoyed the sun. By the time we got back we were both bronzed (rouged on my side) and tired. Jean Phillippe and Sylviane had arrived, and before long grand-père did too, and we had champagne to start with. We had another large, delicious meal, and then Gaëlle (14) proposed a toast, to me. 


Jean Phillipe and grand-pere

She said what a lovely time they'd had with me three weekends ago in Montpellier, and again this weekend, and how sad they were to see me leave, and that she wished I could come with them 'to the mountains' this holiday. This almost made me tear up, and later when I got my things together and had to say goodbye to a family that have shown me such kindness in the last few months, I cried. I was very lucky to meet them, and they've taken me under their wing as one of their own, such utterly friendly and welcoming people that are rare to find. This, for me, as the experience begins to draw to a close, has been the highlight of a tough seven months in France- the generosity and hospitality and true kindness of the families I've been lucky enough to meet.

les TRACOLs- from the left, Juliane, grandpere, Emmanuel, Emmanuelle, Sylviane, Jean Philippe and Gaelle