welcome to you
Lovely to have you here. If you saw my previous IG post, our original blog was hosted elsewhere - find the first post here. This site (David’s) will allow more photographs and since these posts will be image-heavy, here we are! Delighted to be able to share some of our journey on this little online journal because though we’re physically in Europe, our hearts are tethered to where our loved ones and friends are. So, feel free to comment, email/message and keep in touch! Much love to you.
The Cotswolds
Landed in The UK hoping to retreat someplace quiet to get over our jet lag and transition well. We only had several days in England but it was more than we expected and could have hoped. The English countryside welcomed us in with its pastoral landscape, filled with sheep, Bluebells and rolling hills. Bridle and footpaths lined with Queen Anne’s Lace and stone short walls became the backdrop of our many walks and restful drives. We stayed in Daglingworth, a tiny village within the region and only minutes from the places one would want to see when in The Cotswolds. We were able to see Stow-on-the-Wold (had Mother’s Day Tea here!), Bourton-on-the-Water, Burford, Bibury, Northleach, Lower Slaughter (quite possibly our favourite - least touristy) and Cirencenster. Pretty much every corner was a sight to behold with the honey and wheat coloured stone buildings and simple and stunning gardens. Such understated beauty. I felt quite at home here - probably more than any other country I have visited thus far. Most of these villages also had a river running through, which made it all the more idyllic and most enjoyed by David and the boys.
“It is well that there are palaces of peace
And discipline and dreaming and desire,
Lest we forget our heritage and cease
The Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire:
”
Oxford and the Kilns
Visiting Oxford and The Kilns has long been a dream and I could not picture going to England without making somewhat of a pilgrimage to Jack’s (C.S. Lewis’s) old stomping grounds. Much of his writing was helpful in shaping my view on the Christian journey. And as it happens, the boys and I are making our way through The Chronicles of Narnia series and were all excited to visit Mr. Lewis’ home, school and workplace. Being able to walk the streets of Oxford, Magdalen College, Merton Street, Eastgate Hotel, Queen’s Lane and even pay a visit to Blackwell’s Bookshop set our imaginations ablaze. We couldn’t help but imagine what it was like decades ago, when many great minds would walk these same streets. It was a good hour spent meandering the old stone streets. The kids especially enjoyed getting their sillies out outside of the Botanical Garden. The short hedges made it easy for us to see them and David and I had a moment to take it all in. We then made for The Kilns in Headington in our rental car to see Mr. Lewis’s home. We definitely didn’t walk here for an hour like he used to! Hard to put into words the experience we had, so perhaps I will keep it brief here otherwise I will have a proper nerd-out session. Will keep that in my written journal - haha. The house was humble and lovely. They have maintained wonderfully for the most part and it’s now home to scholars in residence. Though we didn’t get to do the tour (we typically don’t do tours on these trips to keep costs down. This one was hard to say no to), one of the students did let us in to walk the perimeter of the house. It was enough to feel the inspiration, beauty and life of the place. I was grateful. We then went to the forest and pond that used to belong to Jack and his brother Warnie, now a public conservation area. The boys explored for what felt like hours and minutes at the same time. They saw coots, pelicans, canards and the neighbourhood cat that Nolan and Simon lovingly named Shester. They dipped their feet in the same pond that Jack’s stepsons would have played on. And after resisting stopping for our read aloud, they eventually listened, convinced that it would draw the cat and canards close. We sat, walked and read and Shester did come around a time or two, to the delight of the boys. The memory of reading chapter 4 of Voyage of the Dawn Treader to our boys in that very special place will stay with me forever. Our very own Narnia experience.
NICE
We are currently in Switzerland and leaning into extended family togetherness. Thankfully I have been able to carve out some time to share a few photographs from our stint in Nice, France. What a change of scenery as we went from The Cotswolds to the French Riviera. The boys (big and small) loved being able to revel in the sun, sand and surf for a few days. We had rented a simple space near the airport, which was just a short walk to the beach! It was such a treat to unwind and continue our slow, yet adventurous pace. We also got to walking the historic and gorgeous streets of old Nice. We then drove past (because we had zero energy left - lol) the infamous Promenade de Anglais and it was quite something! So many folks just walking along and marvelling at the beauty and excitement of Nice. Meanwhile our kiddos were just as pleased to be on our off-the-beaten-path shore - finding joy in taking dips, constructing dams and sketching palm trees. It was a great delight to watch them settle into this temporary groove of exploring new lands and cultures.
Provence and Our New Rhythm
We continued on from Nice to exquisite Provence, where almost every corner was a thing of beauty. It’s easy to see why artists (many from the Impressionist movement) and makers have flocked to this region to draw their inspiration and create magnificent works. Our home base was in a small village called Lauris and it was yet another restful spot to lay our heads, away from the visiting crowds. We were able to meet some residents in the streets and shops and they graciously let us practice what little French we knew. It was here that we established our routine for the rest of the trip; slow mornings at home with breakfast, family worship and core school subjects and then a packing a lunch for our adventure of the day. On our first full day in Provence was spent we exploring Lourmarin, a nearby village and it was a sweet introduction to this area of Lavender, Poppies, Olive groves and so much more - a true feast for the senses.
Provence Part 2- Roussillon and Rustrel
The following few days in Provence were rainy, so after a sweet morning at the house we donned our rain jackets and headed for Roussillon and Rustrel. Our host suggested this part of the region, so that the kids could explore the ocre cliffs and brightly coloured buildings. The earthy yellow rocks were quite interesting and the villages displayed more vibrant tones than others in Provence. The boys had some cash from a grandparent and they were tasked with picking something special for themselves. They each chose a cute little ceramic chicken and were so thrilled with their selection that they played with it all week. Their child-like joy warms my heart. We also enjoyed being able to watch a potter make a singing watering jug. We were watching her outside her shop and she kindly invited us in to escape the rain for a moment. Simon was all too pleased to ask his questions and she graciously obliged.
Provence part 3 - Cucuron, Ansouis and St. Remy de Provence
Our time in Provence concluded with visits to three more charming places; Cucuron, Ansouis and St. Remy De Provence. We meandered stunning streets, oftentimes hand-in-hand (my favourite way to sightsee), climbed up to see a few churches and simply observed more of Provencal life as it rolled on around us. I was also delighted to see across the street of one of the churches in Ansouis that they were exhibiting a local artist’s work. It seemed fitting as we headed to St. Remy de Provence the very next day, where Vincent Van Gogh spent many years of his life. The boys learned a bit of his story and studied some his works, so it was sweet for us to see the place where he lived and painted. What a gift to have spent many days in the French countryside for it was truly an artful retreat for us.
PARIS
It has been over a month since we were in Paris and we still remember the city that’s rich with character and history. Though we lean towards smaller towns, it was such a thrill to see this iconic place for a few days. We were gifted with some excursions and a nice dinner, which you’ll see in the just below. We stopped in at The Louvre (Nolan and Simon wanted to see some Rembrandts and the Mona Lisa), rode an amphibious tourbus, wandered the Latin Quarter and walked along The Seine and Jardin de Tuileries. The boys loved to ride the metro and eating inexpensive and delicious pastries every chance they got. Safe to say that Paris was one our most exciting and beloved stops!
