Saturday, March 28, 2009

And So it Begins..

    Lacoste is, to say the least, exquisite. I arrived yesterday in time to get settled in my room, which is in a building called Olivier Baisse, meaning Lower Olivier. There are 8 girls in this apartment of sorts, in four rooms. There are two double rooms, and one room of four girls at the end. I’m in the second double room. The rooms are quite literally caves. Three of the four walls in my room are exposed stone, and we have a little window that peeks out over the village. The area has a common room divided into a little room with a round table and another room that serves as a small area. The whole area is stepped down from the bedrooms, and a large arch hangs over those steps. The downside is eight girls sharing a bathroom with two sinks, two toilets, and two showers. It gets a little crowded when we all get up at the same time, like we did today. The “apartment” opens onto a gated courtyard, with steps up to Upper Olivier. We’re situated about half way up the hill (they didn’t lie -- it’s very steep), with more dorms and classrooms above us and the dining hall and other parts of the village below. 


    The library might be the most beautiful and intriguing building I’ve ever been in. Formerly the boulangerie (bakery), it’s a three-story building divided into little rooms connected with winding and spiraling staircases. Each room is a bright contrast to the old stone walls, with modern furniture and splashes of fresh color. The main room in the library ends with what looks like a stone igloo -- what was once the oven. A tiny door opens to the space where four cozy reading chairs are nestled. 


    Looming above the village is the Chateau de Sade, once home to the Marquis de Sade. It is now owned by Pierre Cardin, who is known to make appearances around the village. A few of us explored our way up to the top last night, climbing the precarious stone path up to the field behind the chateau. From there it was as if you could see for miles in every direction -- Bonnieux across the valley, lighting up the night, and Apt to the north -- and stars that never seemed to end. 


    Today we took a walking tour of the village, despite the rain, as told by our resident gardener and poet. The village is full of history, including battles with the village across the valley (Bonnieux) in which “those bastards stole our bell!” Finn’s words, not mine. Apparently, a few hundred years ago, they came over in the night and stole the village’s bell from the bell tower, and it now rings daily from their tower. People seem to be very bitter about that still. Sir Tom Stoppard was a resident of the village until recently, and we might get to tour his house and gardens. John Malkovich lives in the valley below. 


    Tonight was the welcome dinner at the Café de Sade, one of the two cafés in town. The café is owned by Pierre Cardin, as are several of the other buildings in the village. The dinner was wonderful, and everyone seems to be settling in nicely. Tomorrow should be relaxed, and hopefully I can get internet access to update this. The internet here is very spotty, and the rain doesn’t seem to help. If the weather clears tomorrow, we should be doing a walking tour of the Luberon valley, which Lacoste overlooks. 


    Missing you all! Please email me and keep in touch :) My email is posted on the main page, but here as well: ariellerassel@gmail.com

Friday, March 27, 2009

L'Arrivee

    What a trip this has been. Let’s start with the flight itself. The weather in Raleigh is rotten, and apparently even worse in Philly. My flight is delayed. Okay, that’s fixable.


    Well, apparently not. I’m told my only option is to switch to a flight to Charlotte, then on to my regular route, except on different flights, meaning different times. Finally, that choice would put me in Marseille at 6:30pm. Originally, I’m set to arrive at 9:30am. I have a bus to catch at 3. Obviously, that option doesn’t work. So I get to Philly, annnnd of course, I miss my connection. Okay, still not the end of the world. I go to special services, where the lovely woman at the counter tells me she can get me on the next flight to Frankfurt, finally arriving in Marseille at -- guess what time? -- 6:30. No, I tell her, that won’t do. Can you get me on the flight to Paris, which would get me to Marseille at noon? No. Paris is overbooked. She doesn’t even check the computer. Okay, I say, how about the flight to Brussels? She heaves a sigh, no. Well, another big sigh, maybe. Yes, if you want to pay $250-300. Absolutely not! Distraught, I call the US Air help number. They put me on the flight to Brussels, getting me in to Marseille at 2:20pm. Cool. But wait, since they’re so nice, why don’t I ask if they can put me on the Paris flight? Well, they could have, if they hadn’t already changed my airline to put me on Air Brussels. So all because of the stupid special services lady, I could have been on the Paris flight to CDG, but NO. Ughhhh.


    So, story continued, I go to Brussels. The flight is pleasant. I have a nice couple next to me and an exit row window, so lots of foot room. I sleep most of the way, but wake in time to see a bit of the country from the air. It’s beautiful. Patchwork land of green and brown fields are broken up by strips of red-roofed houses. Even the pine trees grow in perfect little grids. It is very quaint. The airport is beautiful, and I cleared customs in plenty of time to make my connection to Marseille.


    That flight was also wonderful, and flying over Marseille was breathtaking. It seems more like flying into the Caribbean. We crossed over the Durance river, a brilliant ribbon of turquoise cutting through the dark landscape. The limestone peaks of the Alps-de-Haute-Provence gleam in the afternoon sunlight. Getting to the water is even more amazing. The water is astonishingly blue, and behind the stone barrier, a milky jade green. Sheer limestone cliffs drop off into the water, and islands of foreboding peaks loom offshore. Sailboats dot the water everywhere, skimming so close to one another they look as if they’d collide. Picturesque is an understatement. However, this wondrous feeling is momentarily put aside when I reach the Marseille airport. My bags aren’t there. Of course. 


    It’s hard to be sad, however, waiting in the seventy-five degree sunshine to depart for Lacoste. After over twenty four long hours of travel, I decide to just enjoy the fresh air. The bags will come, everything will be fine. I’m sure Lacoste will put all worries aside. 


    Expect updates of the village soon!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Leaving on a Jetplane...

    So the big day is today! I’m sitting in the airport, waiting on my flight (that will most likely be delayed) to Philadelphia. The flight to Philly before mine is delayed, so I’m guessing mine will be, too. As long as it’s not pushed too late, I should be fine with my connection. Needless to say, I’m a bit worried. 


    Yesterday was a busy day! Last day in the states, and I spent it running around like a crazy person and getting everything packed up. Went out last night with dad and some friends, trying to see everyone before I left. 


    Anyway, my first flight today is to Philly, then from there to Frankfurt, which is a six hour flight. I get to Frankfurt at 5:30 in the morning, then hop on yet another flight from there to Marseille, finally arriving there at 9:30am. I have some time in Marseille before I meet up with the SCAD group to catch the bus to Lacoste at 3. Over 24 hours of travel -- whew! I’m sure I’ll be glad to get there. 


    I managed to get everything in my bags, miracle that that is. Ended up with one big rolling suitcase, a small-ish rolling duffle, a little duffle to carry on, and my backpack! I’m pretty proud of myself, and those of you who have ever seen my closet should be, too. 


    Anyway, look for the next update after I’ve arrived.


    A bientôt, mes amies!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Website

Hey guys! I know I told a few of you I'd be posting here, but look for me now over at the website I've set up.

www.arielleabroad.com

Thanks guys! Feel free to leave me any comments here, as there's no space for comments on the website. 

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Planning the Adventure

Planning a trip of this magnitude is no easy feat. I feel like I might drop dead of the stress before I even make it to my flight! Every day has been filled with long to-do lists and errands and appointments. Doctor, eye doctor, hair, shopping, bank, go, go, go! I come home exhausted at the end of each day, not even wanting to look at the growing pile of STUFF I have to fit in my suitcase. From what I know, Lacoste is situated on a very steep hill with slick cobblestone roads, and I have to get my luggage up that hill all by my lonesome, so packing light isn’t really an option -- it’s a requirement. Those of you who know me well are probably laughing very hard right now. Somehow, I’ll manage.

    

    Most of the appointments are out of the way right now. Just have to run a few errands tomorrow. My biggest stress is London -- figuring out visa info and planning internship interviews. Big things! Other than that, it’s just a matter of saying goodbye, US! Trying to eat at all my favorite restaurants, see my friends and family, and get a good thorough dose of good old-fashioned American consumerism. If it’s possible, I think I might be tired of shopping. 


Stop laughing. I mean it.


Anyway, more updates to come before the big day of departure!