I’ll admit it, there has been some hardcore relaxing going on here at our cabin in Hayingen.
Mom and dad have a part-time neighbor, Sarah, who spends most of her
life in Strasbourg, France with her two children Alena and Julian. I suppose that
some combination of her warmth, hard-work, and intelligence have guided her up
the ladder to become an accomplished international diplomat of sorts, and to therefore have what I consider to be a really, really cool life. To put it in a very
small nutshell, she travels around helping other countries understand and adapt the European Union's position on human rights. Frequent travel and cultural barriers must abound, and I can only imagine that the
nuances within that job description take a very special and steely type of person.
It looked nice, to say the least. It almost made me think that John and I should’ve spent more time in France.
Almost, but not quite. I’m movin’ on, Francie baby (as in, we’re going to
Israel in two days!).
But all good things must come to an end, and sometimes they have to be replaced by other things that are good things.
|Readers, meet Sarash (right). Sarah, readers.|
Nevertheless, as she was only a couple hours' drive from Hayingen, she found time in her busy schedule to host all four of us Friday and Saturday night, and to furthermore take us around the city to give us the insider’s look at Strasbourg.
It was funny—going back to France after having been gone for only about two weeks, I felt some odd sense of confidence—as though I was a sophomore this time around, and before I had been a pimply, stuttering freshman. Foolish, I know, because I still hardly speak the language and I’m still woefully far from fully meshing with the French culture. But nonetheless, after visiting two new countries in which I was again a freshman, it was nice being back to a place with which I was mildly familiar.
How to even begin to explain all that we managed to do with only one full day I’m not sure, so let’s just take a visual journey. We’re going on a journey! Doesn’t that sound fun?
|You know, I was going to wait for that old lady to get out of this shot, but then I decided that she makes it better because I'm pretty sure she's actually a model. Amiright?|
|A view from our boat tour, where I was conspiciously trying to cover the stench of a certain cheese sitting beside me|
As we neared the church I heard an angelic voice coming from the courtyard and wondered
what woman could be totally intimidating me with her vocal abilities. And to my surprise,
we found a very non-woman sitting in front of the cathedral, letting loose as a one-man band.
Simply chilling. See more on his Myspace page.
You'll notice I didn’t mention anything about what we ate. Who cares?