Sometimes you’re spending a semester in Austria, and you remember that one of your favorite childhood playmates is living in France for a year. You think, wouldn’t it be nice to have somewhere to stay in France? I do want to travel… So, you send a Facebook message and look for a flight.
Then you think, Well, it has been a few years since I’ve seen her. She might not really want me to come. What if she didn’t really mean it? What if it’s weird and she doesn’t want to do stuff with me?
But she says, “come! it’d be fun! I can show you around!” so you book the flight. And you keep talking to her, and she really does mean it. She checks in on you every few weeks because she understands what it’s like to be alone abroad, sometimes just at the right time.
– are met at the airport by an excited hostess and her French friend, who hosts you for a night in Paris
– quick tour of Paris in the morning, just hitting the highlights and taking pictures, buying a few lil souvenirs
– carpool to Rennes with interesting people
– sit in on an English private lesson with an adorable 15-year-old French girl and drink delicious tea while you’re at it
– she takes you grocery shopping and lets you pick out whatever you want (kind of like when you’re at Grandma’s house, but this is Europe, and you’re with a friend you’ve looked up to for ages)
– she gives you her bed while she sleeps on an air mattress that she pumps up with a hair dryer every night.
– you see Rennes, meet her co-workers, buy more souvenirs, tour the Parliament building, have a cheese party with the most lovely people
– she has a job to do on Friday, so she enlists a sweet friend to take you to Saint Malo, a beautiful town on the seaside. You walk and talk for hours and thoroughly enjoy every moment… and buy more souvenirs
– eat great new French food, talk about faith and studying abroad and what both of you have been doing over the past few years
– watch “Call the Midwife” together and talk about movies and literature
– be geeky together, since it’s rare that you can really be a geek with someone
– Visit the Rennes farmer’s market, buy the perfect elements of a picnic lunch: Comté, baguettes, avocados, tomatoes, special French pastries, strawberries, apples and eat it with friends
– meander around a beautiful garden that happens to have a waterfall
– get fancy hot chocolate and play cards at the cafe
– make more delicious food together
– visit the most beautiful abbey on an island, Mont Saint Michel (and you have The Beatles’ song “Michelle” stuck in your head for about half the trip), walk around, get nearly blown away by the strong bay winds, and come home feeling saltified and happy
– eat Ratatouille
– eat at least a little chocolate every day
– drink lots of coffee
It was a full week, but I never felt like we were running around, chasing down experiences. Instead, we just did what we felt like doing, which made for a lovely getaway. I’m treasuring these memories.