An American Girl in Avignon

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

This is my life

Fountaine de Vaucluse
May 20, 2009
Today, we had an optional excursion to the Fountain de Vaucluse, so of course, I wanted to go! It’s a trip, and it’s paid for. Pourquoi pas? The village was near Avignon, so it didn’t take very long to get there by bus.
When we arrived, half of the group, my half, went to meet and talk with French people who worked for the Resistance during WW2. It was amazing to hear these people’s stories about the war, what they had done to help, and what they are doing now. They had truly seen it all and had incredible tales to tell. I was inspired by them. After our meeting, we got the chance to continue our conversation over lunch at a café alongside the river. I sat across from a little old woman (who downed her whole entire pizza… was very impressed), and two old gentleman and across from Meghan and Adam. They were full of quirky things to say and kept pouring us more and more wine. They were so much fun. Liked them a lot. Christophe was even kind enough to buy everyone’s lunch, drinks, and after lunch coffee. As if the lunch and stories weren’t good enough, one of the little old women needed to use the restroom, so she crawled under the table to escape…and did the same thing to get back to her seat! She was a spitfire!
After lunch, we went to the Resistance museum. Seeing all of the food stamps and war memorabilia was touching. Our visit was made even better by the personalized tour with commentary the woman who felt the need to crawl under the table gave throughout the exhibits. She was really entertaining and full of information you can’t get from reading a plaque in a museum. You could tell that the museum touched them and brought back memories from the past…the good, the bad, and the ugly. I saw the woman who sat across from me at lunch shed a tear.
After this, we had little time remaining to visit the fountain de vaucluse. This place was absolutely stunning. It didn’t even look real. The spring’s water was so blue that it looked like someone had poured watercolor into the bay. The reflection of the sun off the surface made the water crystal clear. I could see every fish and rock and the bottom of the river. Absolutely stunning.
Concluding note: I’m not going to lie; I am really, really, really getting attached over here. I don’t want to leave. I thought I would be ready, but I’m not. I think I may just have to resort to chaining myself to a pillar at Versailles on my last day in Paris. I’ll be just dandy, Merci.
posted by Catherine at 5:57 PM

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