barnstable, massachusetts.

i'm not sure if i took a single picture in november. shameful! this picture was taken on cape cod this week, where i visited for a job interview. i said i would love to live there for many reasons, partly because it's just so darn pretty outside. (i didn't say that, exactly, don't worry.) they said well, it's actually mostly gloomy this time of year. so afterwards i went hunting for this photo - a gray day doesn't mean it's any less beautiful.

i’m not sure if i took a single picture in november. shameful! i took this picture on cape cod this week, where i visited for a job interview. i said i would love to live there for many reasons, partly because it’s just so darn pretty outside. (i didn’t say that, exactly, don’t worry.) they said well, it’s actually mostly gloomy this time of year. so afterwards i went hunting for this photo – a gray day doesn’t mean it’s any less beautiful. i love the layers of color.

à bientôt, paris! (pt. 2)

So day one – Eiffel tower, bridge over the Seine, Arc de Triomphe… great. LPQ lunch… meh. I’ve done better.

We decided to start our day by shopping in the little food mart by our apartment, packing a picnic brunch, and eating in the Jardin des Tuileries, right by the Louvre. And it won’t be Paris without cheese that smells god awful, right? I mean seriously. I couldn’t have eaten this in any other context, haha. The baguette was delicious though, and the people watching was top notch.

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The garden itself is gorgeous. There are lots of places to relax in the shade, there was a giant ferris wheel and carnival just north of the garden, and the flowers were postcard perfect.

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 Because you can spend a whole week in the Louvre and not see everything, we decided not to tempt ourselves and stepped away from the pretty glass pyramid. True story, some lady from deep-south US of A tried to read me the riot act for taking a picture before her kids. Really I was waiting patiently in line (yes, there’s a line to do this) and had let someone go ahead of me, and she thought it was a new line, yada yada yada. Her friend told her to sit down and hush up. American stereotypes scare me because sometimes they’re so truuuuuuue. Myself included, but still.

it felt as ridiculous as it looks

it felt as ridiculous as it looks

Next – LA BASTILLE. This has literally no people visiting it, which I don’t understand at all. Storm the Bastille? Declaration of the Rights of… oh never mind. More Paris-for-two!

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And then Place des Vosges for an ice cream break. Look at all the people here too!

PdV isn’t traditionally on the tourism radar, as far as I know, but there were lots of sweet little cafés there and a garden where people brought their kids to run around and eat. I’d go back there for lunch. We had an ice cream and shopping break, of course. Afterwards we made the decision to split up to visit museums that fit with our artistic tastes. To Museé d’Orsay! (What can I say, I’m a traditionalist.)

On the way I walked over the bridge where everyone and their lover locks a padlock as a symbol of their undying lurve. You toss the key in the Seine so there are no take backs.

Teeeechnically speaking there is no photo taking in Orsay, however I had a lovely gentleman that worked there give me the scoop. I was there within an hour of closing (oops), so I get a discounted ticket (awesome). Start at the top, all the impressionist pieces are up there (awesome). They’re going to start closing down from the top down (oops), so you can see everything on your way back down, when most people are already gone (awesome). The awesome wins. And no people meant two sneaky photos! The one from behind the clock on the top floor is one of my favorites from the whole trip.

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The second one was on my phone so the quality is questionable but it was like a fairy tale. After the museum I tried to vain to find La Durée, maison de macarons. I was told not to leave before eating their macaroons, but guess what, they need to make it easier to find because I left without eating their macaroons. I asked for directions a few times but alas. No luck.

I met up with my lovely aunt and cousin and their friends who just-so-happened to be on a Paris trip of their own! They took me out for delicious dinner and due to a sad phone mishap I wasn’t able to reconnect with FP and get back to my apartment. Or apparently take any pictures. I felt terrible but luckily we both made it to our respective homes safely and I topped up my dumb phone. I met her with a chocolate croissant the next day to make up for it.

We decided to never go splitsies again, and spent our last day wandering Montmartre and visiting the Basilica de Sacré Coeur. Montmartre was beautiful, I loved the atmosphere and the houses. We found a boat load of tourists here though, no more personalized Paris.

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Also, warning, it’s a HILL. Like, not the best thing to do on your last day when you have to, oh, carry all your baggage that you brought with you. I loved loved loved the basilica. It was also packed with visitors, and it was the kind of situation where people were getting elbowy to get in. It’s like, people. Church. What are you doing.

But look at how cool the effect is of the old gray stone church against the summer in Montmartre surroundings! It reminds of the Wizard of Oz, when things clearly go from black and white to colorful.

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We saw the Lapin Agile, a famous cabaret where Picasso used to hang. Can someone please explain to me why on EARTH Eeyore was waiting in the garden? I thought he was going to pounce or scare someone or something. He didn’t even notice me taking pictures he was so focused on his hiding.

We ended our trip with souvenir shopping (I collect postcards!) and having a charcuterie plate near the metro.

Yesterday I mentioned how awesome iDBus was for helping me get into and out of Paris? Well that’s partly because our food was so late we had to take it with us, and we had to wait for the metro to get to the far corner of the (remember, huge-normous) city, and when we finally made it to Bercy we had to RUN to the bus. It was legit packed up and nearly pulling away, but they stopped and loaded us on. Merci!! We would have had to sit in the bus station for four hours and get home to Brussels after their metro was working. So I love ’em a little.

Here’s a random assortment of other favorites from our last few hours in the city of lights. Paris, you’re trop cool for me, but je t’aime just the same.

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This whole trip could never have been organized on my own, and thank you to every little thing and person that made it possible! There are lots of things I still need to see (Moulin Rouge! Louvre! Notre Dame! those dang macaroons!)… til next time.

bonjour, paris (pt. 1)

A couple months ago now, I posted on my blog about all the things I was/am grateful for. One of them was a surprise pair of tickets to Paris courtesy of CheeseWeb, a blog for English speaking expats living in Belgium, and iDbus. Besides the fact that they were making a nine-year dream come true, they were extremely courteous and gracious in every way… so thank you for all your help getting me to France! (And getting me back out…)

Thursday, August 15th

In addition to the miracle of free bus tickets, the friend I invited to come with me (Hi, FP!) had a friend-of-a-friend with an apartment in Paris with extra space for those days. (Thank you too, Anca!) We climbed on the bus at Garde du Midi and landed a few hours later by Bercy. It took us a hot minute to figure out the metro – I was completely unprepared for just how massive that city is. I mean really huge-normous.

After stopping off at the apartment to drop off our backpacks, we decided to waste no time and headed right for the Eiffel Tower. It felt like she became the third travel companion, she kept popping up whenever we least expected it since you can see her from pretty much everywhere on the west half of the city. Of course, a photo shoot ensued.

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We wandered around for awhile, looking for a cafe for lunch. What we didn’t realize was that we showed up on a bank holiday, which means that evvvverything local is pretty much closed. We were a bit annoyed we had to go with Le Pain Quotidien (I could eat this in the US, boo), but we were very happily surprised that each country approaches LPQ differently. So our food was far better than expected, and the waitresses were very excited to hear they had edged out NYC for food quality and presentation, haha.

After lunch we hopped back on the metro and tried to see as many touristy things as possible before it got dark.

The metro signs themselves were heavily influenced by Art Nouveau. You can tell how old they are by how simple the signpost is. The one on the left, above, came before WWII, because it still has a hint of the 1920s artistic influence and it has a lamp post attached. The newer ones just have an M, or Metro with a blue circle. The oldest posts were all kinds of fancy (on the right), but a lot of them have been replaced over the years.

Next up was the Arc de Triomphe. It was actually a pretty good idea to visit all the big, don’t-have-to-worry-about-it-being-closed sites on the bank holiday, it wasn’t even a little crowded. Unless you’re talking about Champs Élysees, which had so many people I couldn’t stay longer than ten minutes, and I couldn’t afford to even walk in half of the stores. Not worth my time.

Our fourth travel companion became the Seine. We took a lot of pictures of her, too. 🙂 (Égalité means equality.)

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But the best part of the day was the end, when we met up with a friend of FP’s who lives in the city (Hi Max!). We went all the way to the other side of Paris, near the library, where lots of people our age hang out on a bridge that goes over the Seine. There are lots of restaurants and bars lining the river, and people just bring their food and wine up to the bridge to share with new friends they make on the way. It was seriously adorable. I loved the wine I had so much I brought some home for my boyfriend for a Paris souvenir. That day someone had set up a projector and they were all watching a tv show (I think Breaking Bad, haha).

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Side note, I found this hilarious. Apparently the architects responsible for the National Library of France didn’t really design the four buildings (meant to look like four open books facing each other) for actual… books. The glass outside was all wrong for its contents because books kept catching on fire when the sun was strong. What! So now the windows have something behind them to block out the sun, and the library has lost its beautiful view of the city. Wompwomp.

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A couple other random parting shots for you, then I’ll save the second day for a new post… that won’t take two months I hope. 🙂

mussels and steamers, noank, connecticut.

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One more “I refuse to let summer go” picture. This was from a trip to Abbott’s in Noank, Connecticut on Memorial Day weekend.

When I’m not using and abusing my camera, at school/work I’m researching marine policy, economics, and conservation issues. Seafood has always been tangentially related to what I study, and I’ve learned that what you’re eating and how it arrived on your plate are important questions to ask. Shellfish can be some of the most environmentally sustainable seafood, since they are filter feeders (and therefore use fewer resources to produce a serving of food) and they grow relatively quickly. I have the Monterey Bay Aquarium Seafood Watch app on my phone for when I’m at a restaurant or grocery store, because it lists seafood according to whether it’s good/okay alternative/bad. Mussels are definitely good. 🙂

 

sailboats on the sound, groton, connecticut.

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Hello there, long lost WP friends! Talk about falling off the wagon there. I have a whole virtual stack of photos from traveling in Europe to still share with you, including trips to the Azores and France. I’m doing some local traveling related to the job search this month, but hopefully I can work on those posts in my downtime.

This photo was taken on a trip to Groton on Memorial Day weekend and has been waiting in the hopper ever since, poor thing. I miss summer but I’m excited about cider donuts and sweater weather, too. 🙂

The gratitude post.

jenclinton/07172013mThe past 60 odd days of my life have been some of the best in recent memory. In any memory. Yesterday was my last day of work at my internship and MAN am I going to miss it. The projects I contributed to, the little ways I could help around the office, my coworkers, even my little desk that turned into a jungle with all that plant life.

That’s not just it though. It’s like being here in Europe has made me more aware of things. Like all the little ways and all the big ways that I am so completely and unbelievably fortunate and blessed and all those good things. I do think luck sometimes has something to do with it, but also hard work, and putting yourself in the right place, and then sometimes things just fall in your lap when you least expect it and for seemingly no reason.

I’ve become aware of these ‘seemingly no reasons,’ too, those hints that the universe is listening, gosh darn it. I don’t want you to think I’m narcissistic enough to believe that  things happen because I want them to or because I’m important and the universe must pay attention to me. But I think it drops hints sometimes, like when I noticed the other day that the houses I’ve lived in so far have been numbers 322 (3+2+2=7), 17, 77, and 7. 7 is home. Or when you see  someone succeeding and thriving doing something you’re afraid to do, exactly when you need to learn to do it, and you finally can start telling yourself, hey, me too. Let’s do this.

Before I get lost in my own tangent, I wanted to make a short list of the things I am grateful for today, the universe-hints and the things that make me so crazy proud of my friends and things that just make me stupidly happy.

1. I passed in my thesis today.

Passed. In. Done. No more writing and stressing and reviewing and checking sources and hating SAS. I feel more like I’m going to toss my cookies rather than feeling relieved at this point; it’s a little scary to throw it out into the world, but that will come.

c/o dickens molo osano

c/o dickens molo osano

2. I’m completely broke (it happens with unpaid internships in Europe), had no more plans to travel, and then I won a trip to Paris. And then a friend had housing. I’m going to Paris, for free. I’ll take that as a universe-hint, that I’m supposed to see this city, haha. Thank you a million times over to Cheeseweb for this opportunity (it’s an expat-focused blog for Belgium, and I highly recommend it even if you’re visiting for a short while. They showed me where to get the best waffles in town).

3. Also down the completely broke but still somehow traveling path… my dad surprised me with a trip to the Azores!! I don’t know much about anything there, besides I can go swimming with dolphins and hiking and laying on the beach and there are festivals, so that’s all I need to know really. Epic.

4. I’m grateful for those of you who make me laugh just because.

5. The thing that I am most super proud of today is the announcement that came from the Sierra Club. I’ve held onto this nugget of knowledge for FAR too long – UConn was selected as the #1 “coolest school” in the US by the Sierra Club!!! This is a huge deal for the university and to me, as my friend LD and I, as the university’s sustainability coordinators, and my fantastic group of 8 interns were mostly responsible for UConn’s submission. It was hours and hours and spreadsheets and phone calls and tears and late nights for days, for MONTHS, but it was alllll worth it in the end. So, GO HUSKIES, this is wonderful news.

what would we do without our people?

what would we do without our people?

Five things is a lot of big things to be grateful for today.

(Also this is the first time I’ve posted anyone else’s photos on my blog, that feels odd. PbyP gone rogue. And thanks again Dickens!)

Birthday & Antwerp

Um…oops? 🙂

The last two weeks have been a blur. I had a birthday on Friday, and celebrated quietly… for four days straight, haha. Thursday night, my friends and I (including KB who was also celebrating her birthday!) went to the best restaurant around, Soleil d’Afrique in Matongé (I went earlier in the summer as well.)

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On Friday, my actual birthday, I took care of business at work and then let myself catch up with my far-flung friends. I heard from some people I haven’t seen in ages and it made my day. I vaguely remember some of my college friends discussing buying our own retirement community when we’re old and have money and nothing else to do, I think that would be awesome. Can we make that happen?

Birthdays are like New Year’s Eve to me (my favorite holiday, BTW). They’re time for reflection and re-assessing and updating and changing habits, not just celebrating surviving another spin around the sun. I took myself for a long walk around my neighborhood and ended up finding a cozy little restaurant serving one of Belgian’s specialities – moules frites. It was everything I wanted and more, haha. I’d like to point out the mayonnaise in the corner, which is for the frites. Ketchup isn’t a thing.

I also needed to knock two more beers off my bucket list, so I tried I Chimay Rouge. (I had the ‘misfortune’ of finding my favorite beer on the first try, so I’ve had to force myself to branch out).

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OEP kids, it wasn’t until I sat down that I noticed the name of the restaurant was Carpe Diem. I felt like it was an appropriate end to the year, hahaha.

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JB took me out for drinks that night at L’Athenee because she’s a doll, and I tried a caipirinha? I’d never heard of it before but apparently it’s Brazil’s national cocktail. Olé indeed. The next day we met at Bruxelles Centrale and took the (crazy-€4-cheap) train to Antwerp. It was beautiful.  Afterwards we sat outside in Parc Royal listening to the sweet jams of K’s choice and drinking margaritas outside the Brussels summer festival entrance.

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This guy was amazing - Tobias van Hattem. I found him on Facebook but I don't know if there are any videos of him playing. He rolls the piano around to wherever he's playing.

This guy was amazing – Tobias van Hattem. I found him on Facebook – and here he is playing price tag, haha. Awesome.. He rolls the piano around to wherever he’s playing.

I did some research on the big statue in the middle of Grote Markt. It depicts the hero of Antwerp Brabo cutting the hands off the giant who used to take money from ships who wanted to enter Antwerp's harbor (because if the sailors didn't pay they suffered the same fate). It's actually a major swipe at the Dutch who used to restrict traffic going into the harbor - HA!

I did some research on the big statue in the middle of Grote Markt. It depicts the hero of Antwerp Brabo cutting the hands off the giant who used to take money from ships who wanted to enter Antwerp’s harbor (because if the sailors didn’t pay they suffered the same fate). It’s actually a major swipe at the Dutch who used to restrict traffic going into the harbor – HA!

because why not.

because why not. oh, and that’s an inflatable dragon behind me, haha.

grote markt. very typical flemish architecture I learned.

grote markt. very typical flemish architecture I learned.

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Today was the last day of my internship (I’m really sad about this), but I need to pass in my thesis by… oh, tonight. ReadysetGO.

Also! Thank you to the newly-discovered-by-me blog Journeys of the Fabulist that gave me a shout out on her recent post about visiting New York and Boston. I hope I was helpful! 🙂

Days 49 & 50: MIM & PRICE.

MIM
On Saturday I set off an adventure with my camera in the morning. I wanted to knock something off my bucket list, so the Museum of Musical Instruments it was. I wandered from West of the city center all the way to Parc Royale and the museum (Note, this long walk is important later.)

jenclinton/08052013aFrom MIM’s website: “Besides the well-known Scottish version, many more countries appear to have their own type of bagpipes, Tibetan monks make musical instruments out of the bones of their deceased colleagues, and African slit drums are the local form of Twitter.”

I don’t know what genius decided the concept for MIM but I’m kind of in love. You get a little transponder thing in your language of choice when you walk in, and there are markings on the floor that you stand on in front of most of the instrument displays. Once you’re in the right place, you hold the transponder to your ear, so you actually hear what the instrument sounds like! I mean really. That’s the point of an instrument right? It was so simple it was obvious, but it sort of blew my mind when I realized what the deal was, haha. So clever.

Many of the pieces were from Eastern Europe (lots of Romania), and most were instruments I’d never heard of. I apologize in advance for picture quality but lighting was definitely not conducive to picture taking, not with my little camera dude anyway. Let’s give out some superlatives, shall we?

Creepiest :

Yikes! That would be a skull drum and a femur horn. I thought a femur flute would be a great alliteration but would be decidedly less intimidating in battle I suppose.

Yikes! That would be a skull drum and a femur horn from Tibet.

Most ornate:

I'd be too afraid to even hold this thing, never mind play it.

I’d be too afraid to even hold this thing, never mind play it. She’s so dainty.

Most BA to play (listen to it here):

the SERPENT from RUSSIA.

the SERPENT from RUSSIA, distant cousin of the tuba.

Most difficult to play:

no WAY is that a one person instrument! holy lung capacity. maybe it comes with a reverb pedal or something, haha.

no WAY is that a one person instrument! holy lung capacity. maybe it comes with a reverb pedal or something, haha.

Best Smile:

:D!

:D!

Best Dressed:

from romania, circa 2007. (that threw me.)

from romania, circa 2007. (that threw me.)

Most “what the?” moment:

"it's a little weird that we're blowing into animal intestines, ya? let's cover it in fur so it's less conspicious. much better."

“it’s a little weird that we’re blowing into animal intestines, ya? let’s cover it in fur so it’s less conspicious. much better.”

Personal favorite:

phish guitar?

phish guitar?

I will say this though, I did enjoy the museum but it would  be much better for you if you have a pretty deep-seated appreciation for classical music. I only appreciate it in small doses, usually when working, which is not something pleasant to think about on a free Saturday afternoon. That’s probably why the nature museum was the one for me. 🙂

On the walk back I took a few more pictures of the city. Isn’t she pretty?

PRICE
So Sunday was designated write-your-damn-thesis day. It went, eh. Okay. I took a break go to the insanity that is Garde du Midi on a Sunday afternoon.

Unfortunately as I was walking through the crowd my right knee just gave out for no reason at all. I’m like, hello old lady. I was able to put weight on it fine so I kept on keeping on. I actually got some delicious food today, look look! And aside from the provolone I didn’t spent more than… seven euro?

pêche, pastèque, fraises

pêche, pastèque, fraises

carottes, fromage feta, fromage provolone, persil

carottes, fromage feta, fromage provolone, persil

When I got back to my work space I tried to stretch my legs out to the chair on the other side of the table. OWWWW OWOW OW. So I can walk on it but I can’t straighten it. Gah. My several-knee-surgeries boyfriend suggested a strained tendon and PRICE – pressure, rest, ice, compression elevation. It’s not swollen or anything, and I’m sure it’s from walking so much in not-made-for-distance-walking shoes. Just PLEASE no crutches, they don’t have normal ones here. Everyone uses the hand ones and not the underarm ones and excuse the vanity but it would make me look all the more pitiful.

Sad face. I should probably wear my sneakers to work for a while. I’ll be the only one in BRUSSELS wearing running shoes, I think even the women who run wear cute flats at the very least, haha. Ah well. Body says slow down, you better darn well listen.