Tuesday, June 16, 2015

MARCO

Marco is my host father, whom I simply adore. Marco is a particular man who likes to look nice, wear nice things, and to always be in the know. Marco is impossibly handsome and on top of that extremely smart. Marco is a lawyer in Castres. Marco loves to drink, and always has a reason to do so. Marco doesn’t speak a word of English, but loves music. He has a very unique ear and a great memory. So if he can hear the words of a song, he knows how to say them with a perfect accent. He is always saying things to me like, ‘Don’t stop believing,’ and ‘While my guitar gently weeps.’ When he leaves he looks at me and says ‘I’ll be back.’ Marco is always smiling, dancing, singing and laughing. He is the life of every party and everyone loves Marco. He is always watching out for me, making sure I am warm, fed and happy. He uses his phone to translate what he needs to tell me. The translations are hilarious and usually sound something along the lines of, ‘A scarf would be a pleasant welcome, the mountains are likely to be chilled at the night.’ Marco and Marie have been together for roughly 7 or 8 years, and have no children together. But Marco does have an eight-year-old son named Sasha, who is the sweetest boy. Marco adores his son. Sasha lives in Madrid with his mother, and only comes every other weekend. When Sasha is here you can see in Marco’s eyes how much he loves this boy. After Sasha leaves, Marco gets very sad for the following few days. On mother’s day, Marco bought me an orange rose, and gave the rose to me with an adorable grin on his face. I love Marco. He is an amazing father, and excellent husband to Marie, and has a beautiful heart.

MARIE



Marie is my host mother. After two weeks of living under Marie’s household, I started leaving out the word host. Marie is one of the most incredible women that I have ever met. If you want to meet a tranquil wonder woman, she is right here. Marie does so much, and has an incredible life. Marie teaches school in Castres, and she is the second to the Mayor. She also runs a tight ship at home. But she always does everything in a calm and collected way. I miss my mother an incredible amount. I knew that I would, and I am not surprised by how much I wish I could see her, talk to her and kiss her every day. Without Marie, I know that I would be much more sad without my mother than I am. Marie has made an excellent mother to me. She reminds me so much of my own mother, and the time that we spend together feels very similar to the things that me and my own mother would be doing. Marie has no daughters, and suddenly she does. We go shopping together, we eat special desserts, we laugh and talk about love, life, and god for hours on end. We go to events with each other and go grocery shopping. If I hadn’t been born into my own mother’s home in America, and was born in France instead, I think I probably would have been born into Marie’s home. Marie is the most gracious host, the most amazing friend, and has an incredible mind. On top of all of that, she is always stunning and pulled together. Marie always has things perfect. Her home, her dinners, and herself. Her family is constantly happy, and the home is calm and so comfortable. I have learned so much from Marie about what it means to be a woman in today’s world. About how to be gracious, and chic, how to have fun and how to present yourself. Marie is the all-around perfect woman. I will be forever grateful towards her, and I will always view her as my mother who lives in France.

TIME

People always ask me what the main differences are between America and France. I never know what to say. I don’t know if I just blend in nicely here or if I am impartial, but I don’t spend much time thinking about the differences. I have melted in so thoroughly that I feel comfortable and at ease here with all of it’s differences and similarities. Bu there is one difference that I cannot look past or ignore. It is so obviously different to me, and I would think to almost everyone in America. This thing is time. Time is a very strange concept here. Time is not a number to live by, but a consequence of the sun. One of the first things I learned how to say is ‘what is the time?’ A sentence, I quickly learned, that no one uses and is never heard. People don’t ask for the time. They don’t constantly check their phones and watches for the time to see what time it might be in the day. They don’t worry about how long something is taking or how late or early something starts. The physical number of time doesn’t matter to the French.

In America, we take pride in being busy. We take pride in saying, ‘I am just so busy!’ To people who ask us how we are doing or what has been happening in our lives. We love it when our phones tell us that tomorrow we have 17 events and the first one starts at 5AM. We love to tell people how many things we got done in a day, and the amount of tasks that we have completed. I know that I have spent my entire life feeling this way. It’s been like a drug to me.

In France, you don’t hear people saying they are too busy, or that they have so much to do all of the time. Life isn’t complicated with millions of events and responsibilities. In France, people don’t have schedules or agendas that they are furiously adding things to. They don’t make lists of tasks to complete and to continuously check things off of. They don’t worry about what they have to get done that day, or what they didn’t get around to. They don’t worry about making every minute of every day full of something to do, especially if it involves running around like a crazy person with your head chopped off with your lists flying out of your hands and your events piling up on top of each other.

Here, the people take pride in saying WHO they spent their time with, and not WHAT they spent their time doing. They don’t mind what the event is, or what they are doing, or even where they are. The greatest importance is the people around them. This could be neighbors, family, friends, or complete strangers.  They don’t mind how long they give to these people, no matter who they are, to just sit and talk over a drink. For hours and hours these people talk with each other about everything and anything. Always having fun, always happy and content, never looking at their watches or worrying about the time. People, communication, and relationships. That is what is most important to the people in the South of France. From the minute that you wake to the minute that you close your eyes you are with people, communicating with people, loving and enjoying people. The sun tells the time when eating and sleeping happens. Friendships tell the time for drinking. The clock is a decoration with a number.

I am not this way. I have never been this way. But I want to be this way. I am learning to be this way.

I have an amazing friend in my life who taught me about the elements that are within us. Fire, water, earth and air. My entire life, I have been living in the wrong element. As an earth, I have been fighting for structure, control and stability. Earth views time on a transient level. She taught me, that I am actually a water, who seeks change, motion and constant expansion. Water views time on an eternal level.

Time has always been a difficult concept for me to grasp. I have had any anxieties and frustrations with time. I constantly think about time and how it is affecting me. I need to step away from how I used to view time, and start viewing time how my soul actually needs me to look at time. Eternally. That time is not an important number that needs to control me, but as a result of my life.



HOMESICKNESS

I can honestly say that up to this point, I haven’t felt any sort of homesickness. I haven’t longed for America, or certain foods or comforts. I haven’t felt the need to get out of this country to return to my own. I haven’t felt any sort of anger, sadness or longing. Should I feel sorry for this? Maybe. But at the same time, I don’t think so. I am very pleased to find that no matter where I put myself that I can find happiness.

Mazamet is located in the Midi-Pyrenees Mountains. Rolling, beautiful, green mountains. We drive through these mountains with amazing speed, and the town flashes by in beautiful colors. When I am in the mountains, I feel like I am back in Utah. They have their differences, yes. But the mountains take me into the canyons of my home. At the top of the mountain, there is a beautiful lake that sits just so perfectly there. We come here to run, play, and walk around the lake. It’s incredible to say the least. Some of my friends and I decided that we would take an evening run with each other around the lake. Soon we were all at different paces and at different points. I ran off the path right up to the lake and sat on a rock. The music playing in my ears started, ironically, talking about homesickness, and then I felt it. It was a weird emotion. I didn’t feel sick for my home, however, just the people that live there. I missed my family. But I did feel was longing for this home. My home in France. I can’t believe that I am at my halfway point in my journey. Yes. Today, I am halfway. It feels as though I have been here for three days, and also an eternity. I have fallen in love with this town, with these people, and this life that I have created here. I am so happy, and I know that I will forever long for this place.


But then I started to think about how many people were away from their homes, or somewhere that their heart belonged. I imagine that the vast majority of people are far away from where they come from or wish to be. Most people don’t end up where they started, or have the chance to be where they want. It was strange in that moment, to realize this; that most everyone in the world has felt or is currently feeling this emotion. Homesickness is one of the loneliest feelings, that ironically no one is alone in feeling.


Monday, June 15, 2015

THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA


The way I feel about the Mediterranean Sea, is the way that I feel when I am in love; calm, but wild. This week I spent two days at the Sea on Cap d’Age beach, where I drank Strawberry mojito’s and swam until I thought I couldn’t anymore.

The thing about the Sea is that there are no waves like the ocean. For this reason, I love the Sea much more than I love the ocean, because of it’s calming flatness in the water. The water is intensely salty, which makes swimming the easiest thing you have ever done. You can float in the Sea without even noticing it. The warm water guides you along in a very serene and protective way.
















I have been to the Sea several times now, and every time that I go, I always feel this way. So content in my being and outrageously happy. I wish with all of my heart that I could spend every day for the rest of life at the Mediterranean Sea. The colors are exquisite, the sky always incredible. The Sea is a Heaven on Earth.

 
Every time that I have been to the Sea, I have always gone with many French girls, young and old. When we go out into the Sea together, I speak better French, and suddenly I am swimming with French mermaids.


We always eat massive amounts of oysters and mussels caught fresh from the Sea. Yesterday, we sat right on the dock of the Sea in the most beautiful location that I have ever been at and ate there, ending the meal with ice cream and coffee. To say that I was happy would be an extreme understatement. I don’t think I have ever been so perfectly content as I was in that moment.


Parseltounge

As I sit in the Cathedral today, there are two people that have walked in. They are standing in the corners of the Cathedral whispering with each other. Their French language and hushed tones echoing through this place makes it sound like they are speaking in Parseltounge. The sounds bouncing off of the edges makes it sound like they are moving all around me through the walls. Is there a Basilisk Snake living in my favorite place? Just when I thought this Cathedral couldn’t get better.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

LUDOVIC (LUDO)

Ludo has been an incredible friend to me. Ludo lived in London for some time and speaks English very well. He is always interested in what I have to say and is always willing to take me places and show me new things. Ludo and I can sit and talk for hours with each other. He is sweetheart to the highest degree. Ludo loves the world and finds everything exciting and interesting. He is currently studying in Toulouse at a University. Ludo is always smiling, always laughing, and always up to have to some. Ludo will be a dear friend of mine for a very long time.


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MEET THE PEOPLE OF FRANCE


So far, I have been able se to se a lot of amazing things and do a lot of amazing things while I have been here. But the best part of being here has been the people that I have met. I have met so many amazing people while I have been here. I am going to write about everyone that I have met while I have been here one by one. I hope you enjoy meeting them as much as I have. They will be my friends for the rest of my life and every single one of them has taught me something very unique and special.