Sunday, October 10, 2010

Appy Bersth Daye

Time's a funny thing. An hour and a half of class is interminable, but I'm not sure where the weeks go.  New buildings are constantly under construction to replace ones built fifty years ago, and yet there are Roman theaters and cathedrals and bridges still in use. It's Saturday night and I was ready for bed by about 9:30.

I skipped out on an excursion to la Camargue today in favor of rest and catching up on homework, but neither of those things happened (almost--I did read Eugène Ionesco's La Cantatrice chauve, which was about all the absurdity my brain could handle for the day). This morning, rather than sleep in and laze around, I dashed off into the city to find a longtime friend who's studying in Nice for the semester and was briefly in Aix on one of those much-loved whirlwind multi-destination bus tours. After a few frenzied phone calls and texts, we finally found each other in the middle of the flower market in front of the hôtel de ville. I walked with her group until they got back on their bus at la Rotonde, and had a few realizations:

1. I felt a funny sort of pride in being the one who knew Aix. It's my city.
2. While it was perfectly natural for me to speak English with my friend (don't tell my program director), it struck me as strange that this group of American students were speaking English quite openly, not only amongst themselves but also with their fast-walking Parisian teacher, who responded in kind. I'd almost say there were little mental alarm bells. Congratulations, AUCP--I've officially been conditioned.
3. While I've known this friend basically since birth, today, here in Aix, was the first time we'd seen each other in over two years. It doesn't seem like it could possibly have been that long, but it has.

The hours in a single day may seem to drag, but this morning was evidence that even years aren't very significant units of time. It was last weekend, though, that I encountered the real proof. Another one of those buses took us to Arles for another day of tourism, a day of marveling at sculpted stones several times older than our home nation.

Cities like Arles are concentrated history. Before we even set foot in the city itself, we visited the Arles museum of antiquity, where we tried to balance half-listening to the torrent of information being spouted at us with looking at the multitude of artifacts (or, in my case, the half-inch-high angry bear found in a scale model of the Arles Roman forum).

I suspect I may have spent the bulk of the afternoon open-mouthed, either because I was seeing some grand historic site or because I was having a fabulous picnic by a fountain in front of the hôtel de ville. Several of us had had our first cooking class the night before, and our leftovers plus fresh (still hot!) bread were roughly equivalent to heaven. Post-lunch, we were led under the hôtel de ville into the cryptoportique that runs below what was once the forum.

Our next stop was the théâtre, followed by the amphithéâtre. While the liberty with which we use the word "amphitheater" in English today might suggest that the latter was the less impressive, this was not the case. Think of the Coliseum in Rome, scale it down a bit, and you've got the Arles amphithéâtre.

From there we moved on to the Roman baths and, finally, a beautiful cloister. With each site we visited, I was increasingly awed by the simple fact that structures like these exist. The manpower, skill, strength, and time that must have been put into them are unfathomable.

Last Monday was the one-month mark. I've been in France for one month and five days, and can't decide whether that sounds far longer or far shorter than it's felt.

I also turned twenty on Tuesday, and I'm not quite sure how I got to this age. Regardless, it was probably among the best birthdays I've had, not least from a culinary standpoint. A friend and I went out to lunch and talked linguistics over pie (can't get much more perfect), and my host mother prepared a fantastic dinner complete with champagne, wine, and a gâteau au chocolat.

It was really my host sister, however, who made my evening. She took it upon herself to make sure there was really a fête with decorations and games. When I first saw the many balloons strewn across the living room floor, I thought they were merely decorative, but no--they were there for my humiliation. Ève had hidden almonds in one of the balloons, and between dinner and dessert, it was my task to find the almonds by stepping on the balloons to pop them...blindfolded. I'm really not a fan of popping balloons, but I played along, and stomped around blindly, mostly missing the balloons and making contact with the bare floor. I have rarely, if ever, heard my host mother laugh so much.

The crowning jewel of the fête, however, was probably my birthday banner. On Monday night, Ève had come into my room twice to ask me about my favorite colors and the spelling of "burst." Having correctly deciphered this last as "birth," I knew she was up to something, but I didn't know it would be this:

It's bizarre to think that I'm no longer a teenager. I remember so many past birthdays so well, and there's no way it can possibly have been a year since the last one...right? Like I said, time's a funny thing--or at least our human perception of time.

At any rate, turning twenty in Aix was the appiest of bersth dayes.


  1. After Art History, I really shouldn't be surprised about the Roman architecture in France, yet I still am. It looks so pretty!

    Hahaha, your host sister sounds so adorable. You need to take a group picture with them one day.

  2. I agree with Iris about the Roman architecture in France! Whoaaa I mean, I should know they'd have some since the Romans were all conquery and stuff, but still. I wish I could see themmmm!

    That pie looks SO GOOD and the cake looks DELICIOUS!! My mouth watered when you talked about those. >.> And when I looked at the bigger versions of the photos. That cake is so fancy! :D

    I want to make fancy food!

  3. And yes, your host sister sounds adorable, hahaha! :)