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  • Day184

    Die Stadt der Liebe...

    February 14 in France

    Genau in der befinden wir uns gerade!! Gestern Abend um 9 Uhr erreichten wir unsere süsse Wohnung mitten in Paris und richteten uns schonmal ein. Denn so schnell werden wir die Stadt nicht verlassen, bis Samstag werden wir noch bleiben!
    Wir hatten noch ein paar Besorgungen zu machen, unter anderem die Essensvorräte aufzustocken. Damit begannen wir also. Um 2 Uhr machten wir uns dann auf zur ersten Sehenswürdigkeit: Dem "Sacre Coeur". Es war extrem windig und eisekalt, aber das hielt eine junge Frau nicht davon ab im Ärmellosen Hochzeitskleid Bilder vor der Kathedrale zu machen!:D Wir hingegen waren froh über Mütze, Schal und Handschuhe.
    Wir gingen hinein und kamen aus dem Staunen nicht mehr hinaus. Überall brannten die Kerzen, die Leute mussten leise sein und die verzierten Wänden und Decken waren unglaublich schön!! Wir saßen noch eine Weile in der Kirche, bis wir uns wieder in die Kälte trauten. Die Sicht auf Paris war einerseits wirklich beeindruckend, andererseits doch anders als erwartet, denn für uns glich der Anblick einer Betonwüste. Die Häuser sind dicht an dicht gebaut und kaum irgendwo ragt mal ein höheres Haus raus. Es war doch sehr monoton und anders als das was uns in den letzten Monaten an Großstädten erwartete.
    ANDERS!! Das wahr wohl auch das Wort, dass uns gestern Abend zu erst in den Sinn kamen als wir Paris erreichten. Wir konnten nicht sagen: "oh schau, da hinten ist die Innenstadt". Denn es gab keine Wolkenkratzer an denen man sie fest machen konnte. Die Wohnsiedlungen sind ganz andere, nicht so heruntergekommen und auch keine einfachen Betonbunker die nach nichts aussehen. Nein, Paris hat wirklich schöne Altbauten und so viele...
    Bis auf der Verkehr, der ist und bleibt wohl "Großstadtverkehr"!!!
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  • Day185

    Sightseeing-Tour Part 1

    February 15 in France

    Gegen Mittag ging es heute los die Stadt erkunden. Natürlich im Regen...! Aber das hielt uns nicht davon ab! Wir hatten eine Stadtrundfahrt mit dem berühmten "Hop-On Hop-Off" Bus gebucht, so konnten wir die Stadt bequem ohne den lästigen Verkehr durchqueren...dachten wir! Doch unser Busfahrer hatte einen schlechten Tag... Keine 300 Meter weiter stand der Bus und der Fahrer drückte die Hupe für einige Minuten komplett durch. Warum? Keine Ahnung :D!
    Danach ging es auf jeden Fall weiter zur "Galerie Lafyette" ,ein Kaufhaus der Extraklasse! Das besondere war die Innenarchitektur, die einen zum staunen brachte!! Und ja tatsächlich war auch etwas für uns dabei. Es gab Macarones und wenn man schonmal in Paris ist dann auch die besten von "Pierre Hermé". Sie sind nicht ganz so süss und es gibt ganz unterschiedliche, extravagante Variationen, wie z.B. die Macarones "Vanille de Madagascar & Chocolat Pure Origine Bélize". Mal schauen wie sie schmecken!
    Weiter ging es zur "Champs-Elyseés" und zum Triumphbogen. Wir schlenderten am Disney Store und mal wieder an einigen großen Marken wie "Louis Vuitton" vorbei. Am Ende dann der Triumphbogen und der sechsspurige Kreisverkehr mit 13 Ausfahrten! Also uns reicht schon der Dreisspurige Kreisverkehr an der Bielefelder Stadthalle!
    Es war trotzdem ein atemberaubender Anblick, der Triumphbogen in Kombination mit dem Kreisverkehr und der Blick auf den "Place de la Concorde" am Ende!
    Doch das eigentliche Highlight wartete noch auf uns und zwar der Eiffelturm! Aber nicht bei Tag sondern am Abend. Um 8 Uhr bestiegen wir den Turm, bei immer noch strömenden Regen und schauten auf die wunderschön erleuchtete Stadt herab. Fast jede Sehenswürdigkeit hob sich durch ihre Beleuchtung aus dem Stadt-Trubel herab. Zur vollen Stunde dann die blinkenden Lichter des Eiffelturms..Da macht das bisschen Regen auch nichts mehr!!!
    Edit: Da die Beleuchtung des Eiffelturms bei Nacht als Kunstwerk urheberrechtlich geschützt ist, mussten wir das Bild leider rausnehmen.
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  • Day186

    Sightseeing-Tour Part 2

    February 16 in France

    Das ofizielle Highlight des heutigen Tages war die Kathedrale Notre-Dame, das inofizielle war allerdings, dass die Sonne schien und das Erkunden der Stadt an sich. Unsere Tour fing damit an, dass wir uns "verfahren" hatten: Wir waren nämlich an der falschen Sehenswürdigkeit. Eigentlich wollten wir zum "tour Montparnasse", da ich aber nur Montparnasse eingegeben hatte, kamen wir an einem ganz andern Ort raus und suchten verzweifelt den einzigen Wolkenkratzer innerhalb von Paris, was ja eigentlich nicht so schwer sein sollte.:D Einmal drin im Sightseeingbus mussten wir uns zum Glück nicht mehr auf unseren eigenen Orientierungssinn verlassen, zumindest vorerst, und machten uns bequem auf in Richtung "Louvre" und "Notre-Dame". Das "Louvre" besichtigt haben wir allerdings nicht, da uns nicht der Sinn nach Kunst war, aber da das ganze auch von aussen beeindruckend ist, haben wir natürlich einen Abstecher gemacht. Noch besser war dann allerdings Notre-Dame. So ein riesiges und vor allem altes Bauwerk zu besichtigen und zu wissen, dass das ganze ohne Hilfe von modernen Kränen und Gerüsten gebaut wurde verschlug uns glatt den Atem! Die Detailreiche der Statuen, Wasserspeier und vor allem der Kirchenfenster... Während wir die Kathedrale besichtigten lief grade eine Messe und auf dem Weg nach draussen mussten wir noch einer Prozession aus unzähligen Priestern und Bischöfen Platz machen, die "die Krone Christi" durch die Kathedrale trugen. Ein ganz schöner Wirbel, aber ganz hübsch war sie wirklich.
    Auf dem Weg zurück schauten wir noch bei einer Streetperformance von 4 Tänzern zu, die wirklich unglaublich witzig waren.
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  • Day57

    Did I mention I was going to Paris...

    November 13, 2017 in France

    There is that interesting edge between anxiety and excitement...(perhaps most interesting to those of us who professionally or personally have this particular bent!) the physiological responses that are the same that connect to learned cognitive patterns and behaviour. The challenge is recognising when these are not helpful.

    Every day away from home on the Camino I was challenged by and needed to set aside my preference for knowing the details of the agenda for the day. I didn't sleep well the last night in Spain. It wasn't a problem. There was time to reflect on the journey and to acknowledge that the same issues were still coming up strongly when the context changes! Give me yellow arrow and my own feet and I'm fine.

    Leaving Spain for France the languages were obviously different but there were the logistics of travel. I had spent six weeks moving no faster than my legs could take me. Now there were bus and plane and bus schedules to comply with. I felt more anxiety than excitement wading through possibilities to get to the hotel that Sonya had arranged in Paris.

    As always it worked out well in the actual moment. The carefully crafted sentences I had written out in French. " Where do I find the RATP bus number 350, please?" had the well-dressed middle-aged woman at the information desk scrabbling for her reading glasses and then saying in perfect English " Walk 300 m to the right outside and you will find your bus there." And I did. Then the bus driver declined my written request and just impatiently said in his perfect English " What do you want?"

    Leaving Paris today too....even though I ended up at Terminal 3 instead of 2 and the information person telling me firmly that I couldn't just walk there. The train shuttle arrangement was easy. Yes...some nervous sweaty moments that require an additional slick of deodorant but I made it. I wonder if I will ever just cruise though new contexts with a well-matured faith or even a "She'll be right, mate."

    Paris in Autumn was lovely in it's own right and having Sonya's company eased the way. I was anticipating home and wondered how it would be to spend four days with someone I didn't know especially when my tolerance for "foreignness" was low. I wasn't wanting to even try speaking French.

    It was all easier than I expected and Sonya' s warmth and engagement with French people was captivating. We had fun and there was lots of shared humour. What a treat too to be with someone who liked to walk. I didn't really consider buses as a mode to get around. I think we would have covered a Camino-length day walk on two of the days walking towards Paris landmarks and then did the bus tour on the last day. Wow though....it was chilly in Paris and certainly warmer walking than sitting in an open topped bus!

    On the last night we had a special farewell dinner at a French restaurant close to the hotel. Good quality simple food (much as we eat at home really) with the addition of a charming couple of young French waiters, a couple with their dog sitting beside them and just being in Paris added to it all. Then there was an unexpected bonus connecting my Camino and Paris.

    A young woman from Montreal was also waiting on us in the restaurant and in conversation it turned out she has also recently walked the Camino. She was really thrilled that I had just finished Towards the end of the meal she popped back with a paper with an address written on it and explained that she worked as a barista during the day at this other cafe and told me how on her Camino she had a cherished occasion when she was gifted a special coffee just "because she was a Peregrina." She wanted to do that for me ...for us both if we would come to her cafe.

    And we did this morning where the coffee was good and I enjoyed a soft boiled egg with perfect toasted rustic bread fingers with salted butter to dip in...lovely as that was, the thought behind the gesture was the best.

    It was time then to say "goodbye" or "au revoir" to Sonya and Paris...bittersweet as such departures are. No souvenirs bought though we considered many. Lots of good memories.

    Right now, I'm thankful. Home is beckoning....patience and life to live meanwhile... lots of travelling before I'm actually home again.
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  • Day3

    Bastille mercato

    November 19, 2017 in France

    Minden fényezés nélkül ;) sikerült úgy foglalnom szállást, h azon túl h szuper, a vasárnapi szabadteri Bastille market közvetlen közelében található. Mondanom sem kell, hogy első utunk oda vezetett.
    És nagyon jól is tettük: elsősorban food piacról van szo, ahol tényleg minden de minden megtalálható, csorgattuk is a nyálunkat és én irigyeltem a francia haziasszonyokat, akiknek minden vasárnap ilyen lehetoseguk van feltölteni az eleskamrat.
    Ja és persze emlegettük anyut és Martit, hogy itt bizony lubickolnanak. :)
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  • Day1

    Hinflug

    February 7 in France

    Heute fliegen wir nach BRASILIEN. Also nach Rio de Janeiro. Noch haben wir nicht viel erlebt, aber das wird sich die nächsten Tage ja noch ändern!
    Naja jetzt sind wir in Paris und warten auf den Flug. Die erste Nachricht: Es gibt wegen des Wetters kein heißes Essen, sondern nur Brötchentüten...
    Und bis auf ein Baguette war das letzte was ich heute gegessen habe das Frühstück. Mal gucken wies wird...
    Stimmung ist aber immernoch sehr gut!
    Bis bald!
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  • Day5

    I'm a little lonesome, maybe

    September 22, 2017 in France

    I arrived at Beilari Alburgue as the communal dinner was starting. Introductions all around and toasts with a convivial host...to think he does this each evening with a new group. Lovely conversations though thoughts of a shower and bed were intruding since I was still in the clothes I left NZ in 36 hours earlier. The other 19 or so pilgrims were leaving in the morning to start their Camino. Although I was staying anither night I also had to vacate the premises with access again at midday. I decided to don the trusty hat to cover seriously stringy hair and shower later. Hmm...no water at all when I came back.

    Will quote from the note sent to Des "Everyone from the Alburgue headed off this morning for Orrison or Roncesvalles. I also vacated at 8am with a code to come in the backdoor at 12. The door for tonight's pilgrims opened at 2pm .My plan was to wash the clothes I had worn since leaving home and myself.  Couldn't keep my hair covered permanently with a cap. Great excitement to see a whole boutique of abandoned toiletries in the shower room. The building was in darkness clearly the hosts rest up.  They are amazing managing a fabulous communal dinner welvone each night so must need it.  Anyway I stripped off ...bonus having no other pilgrims...pushed the shower and got a brief spray that then stopped.  Went into the other shower and pushed as directed...nothing.  Starkers  still ...decided to have a sponge bath at the basin and wash my hair upstairs so dressed again...appreciated the talcumn powder.  Upstairs? No water at all.  Downstairs again and got a cup or so from what was in the pipes so pleased I hadn't used shampoo. Last night our hosts had said there were no showers between 10:30 pm and 6:30 am.  All puzzling...maybe they are turned on and off.  Maybe washing and sleep are both being overrated!!"

    So....this grubby pilgrim bought some walking poles and went exploring the route I will take real time tomorrow. Steep..steep...steep!! BREATHE....

    Moving right along... had a magnificent cappuccino, met a lovely young Australia girl....lots of sharing...people that may or may not cross my path again.

    Now ...I have got some internet connection and found some water for showering. I'm nice to be near however there is no one to be near to...a little lonely...there are two empty beds alongside me with welcoming names on them. My bedmates...strangers .. this time tomorrow we are likely to all be walking.

    Seven - thirty tonight the communal welcome dinner...one more sleep and my mountain will welcome me.... Spain in two sleeps.

    Ultreya
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  • Day6

    Hooray...

    September 23, 2017 in France

    Here I am relaxing on a balcony at Orisson Albergue after a five minute shower...don't knock it, clothes washed, enjoying a cold beer with a couple from San Francisco....then joined by another couple from USA. Actually, confession time because I excused myself after another half hour. We will surely connect up after dinner however I need some time without company and intense conversation. It's true, contrary as it sounds. Time to be still and in awe of the wonder of being here. Probably the intense conversation that became tiring quickly suggest that maybe I haven't yet abandoned professional habits...non-verbal encouragement to share and questions that invite reflection etc. 😓

    Yet and all, I am here....I am a pilgrim!

    My intention this morning leaving the albergue was to check on the candle I had lit in the church...to make sure it was burning brightly and also spend some time to catch up with myself and YOU. I somehow walked right past the church, distracted by a woman trying to take a "selfie". I obliged her and she reciprocated and before I realised I was on the Way...heading into the mist that obscured some of the view.

    I was also short of water since I had intended to fill my bottles at the fountain by the church. As it happens the day was very hot and this may have become a serious issue if ignored. Thankfully I overcame my reluctance to intrude and detoured into a grand-looking building and obtained water with hand gestures and a smile. I interrupted what looked like a formal guests' breakfast. No one understanding English. 😶😶 Maybe people doing a pilgrimage tour...?

    Much I could say about the day that was brilliant. Really, really steep, really, really hot. I am very proud of myself....I walked and stopped and said "buen camino" ...I walked and stopped and savored each moment walking at my pace alone.

    And now I want to check the route for tomorrow. It is supposed to be hotter. I need to know where there is water.

    There's a communal dinner tonight again and the 20 plus strangers will no longer be strangers. It will be important to honor my own need to have some solitude along the Way. Probably that will require stopping during the day.since the evenings as more sicial.

    I have done well.✔
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  • Day3

    Creperie

    November 19, 2017 in France

    Mivel is fejezhetnenk be a hétvégét, mint egy jó kis palacsintaval a Bastille-nal.
    Illetve kettővel, mert feleztunk: lecsúszott egy sós (Gallette- sonka, gomba, hagymalekvar, tukortojas) és egy édes (sós karamellás, almás, tejszinhabos) kaloriabomba is, mindkettő zseniális!

  • Day4

    Farewell Paris

    September 21, 2017 in France

    I woke really early ..the third time I've woken this night...must be excited (and I'm not sure what day we are. It's Thursday in France and Spain which is Friday in NZ? I start the first day's walk up the Pyrenees about 9am Saturday in France which is about 9pm Saturday in NZ...when all nocturnal Kiwis wake up so I should be fine). I carried my gear down in the dark to assemble it before breakfast at 7:30 am and dis so without waking my room mates. Weĺl, it did SOUND as if they were sleeping. 😊

    A "bonjour" to the night watchman and welcome time to charge batteries, the phone and power backup and my own. There is something oddly draining about foreignness. Not bad but different ...even thrilling in the sense of isolation or alien-ness....everything on full alert yet nothing to offer bar a smile...a sense of being indulged and thought to be "simple."

    As the morning commenced I hear the sound of male voices singing and reciting morning prayers in the chapel. An unexpected sense of blessing of the WAY ahead.

    NB: (Adveniat Albergue is an outreach of the Assumptionist Brothers in Paris and it is staffed by local and foreign volunteers. A relatively peaceful place for a "youth" hostel.)

    So after the wonderfully French-style breakfast of orange juice, coffee and breads, my pilgrim passport was stamped signifying I have started my journey and I set off for the bus stop to Gare Montparnasse where I was catching my train. I felt tconfident thanks to my test run yesterday.

    I arrived very early with time to check again the details of this SNCF four-hour journey, first-class direct route to Bayonne, followed by a local train to Saint Jean Pied du Port....time to admire all the luscious pastries on display...no need for any more food. All easy-peasy...🤗 Qui? No!

    Right level, wrong directions, wrong platform, wrong train, wrong part of train... even wrong seat when I finally settled into it. Not my fault though because I took the seat behind the one occupied by another woman. Settling myself, I was very pleased to see a welcome pack of food for the journey though I thought some water would have been better given the self-help kiosks declined my requests for some at the station.

    All sorted, eventually. A smart young French woman came to claim my seat and told the other woman she had mine...all in French. Thankfully I hadn't eaten her preordered lunch....just retrieved my empty headache tablets packing from her brown paper bag with a " Merci" and a smile.

    I've slipped a headache tablet into my mouth...taking a sip of the remaining water bottle. Decided against venturing to the buffet section for more. ETA at Bayonne 13:45

    Seems the free Internet connection doesn't seem to work as promised.

    I'm grateful for suitable facilities to finish the charging though. Again, mine and the technology....
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