Friday, December 30, 2011

8 is GREAT

EM turned 8 and she was baptized on her birthday.  She got to share her baptism day with one of her friend she has grown up with.  (Thanks TE for the lovely picture of them.) We feel very fortunate that some of our relatives from far away (Grandma and our Indy family) were able to come as well as many of our friends locally.  We are glad that EM for her decision to be baptized.

EM BABY BLESSING DAY


EM 8 YEARS LATER


EM BAPTISM DAY


EM AND GRANDMA

POST PARTY

EM WITH FRIENDS


EM and her BFF


BIRTHDAY CAKE
OUR FAMILY WITH GRANDMA AND INDY FAMILY


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Horsetail Falls

Sadly we did little hiking in Utah. But we did get in one really nice hike to Horseshoe Falls in the Lone Peak Wilderness Area near Alpine, UT.
A view from the trailhead

Who's woods these are I think I know...ours, the citizens of the United States!
Entering the snowfields

Sliding down the trail
Nearing the falls
A view of the creek

They're leaving the cameraman behind...


Secret Passage to the falls

Overlook of the falls

At the falls, the water is flowing underneath the ice



Horsetail Falls



Sunday, December 11, 2011

Going Home

On Sunday morning David drove me to the train station. In France, they have photocops that flash when  you pictured for your speeding ticket.  David got flashed twice on our way in to the train station. The funny thing is he probably won't end up with points on his license, because the company car he drives is licensed in Belgium so while the company may end up having to pay the fine, France can't give them points.  But that also led David to tell me this funny thing about having a Belgium plate.  Since he has Belgium plates and French people think Belgium drivers are unskilled and rude, he doesn't feel as embarrassed if he accidentally cuts someone off while merging, because everyone expects that of a Belgium driver.
Coming home was a long day. It was a 30 min drive  to the train station, a 2 hr train ride, then a 9.5 hr flight over Atlantic, then a long wait thru customs in Atlanta and then a delayed flight to Nashville, so by the time I got home, i was pretty exhausted.

Other random thoughts: French toilets, no seat, just the bowl, not sure if that is traditional or what, certainly not the case everywhere. Not a big fan of this.

In France, every city has a symbol.  For the medieval city, it was a dragon.  This got me wondering again what creature that dragon was actually based on.  Its prevalence in European culture suggests it must have been based on something.

A French Medieval Village

In the afternoon, all of us drove about an hour to a medieval French village from the 13th century called Perouges. We got to drive near the river for much of the way, and then on various village roads through round abouts. These are the same roads as get used in the Tour de France and other famous bicycle races and I wondered if any of the cyclists we saw were from the pro peleton.  I have to say I was thoroughly disoriented by the time we arrived, since there was no direct path and one is never really sure the direction one is leaving a round about towards..



Entrance to the village

The medieval village was as a lot of fun and  all very beautiful.  The outer wall was dominated by this old fortress cathedral that had these fantastically brightly colored stained glass windows.
Inside the cathedral


All the streets were cobblestone, which turns out to be fairly tiring to walk on for a long time.  There were several beautiful gardens, both for herbs and flowers near the local noble's home/castle.  Since the whole city was walled and fortified, and the nobles resident was just one of many building within the compound, I guess you would simply called it his mansion.  There were many other smaller homes that were homes or workshops of the guilds and tradesman.  What was cool is that a lot of these were now used as either residences or as shops, so much of village still maintained its residential feel.  There were no re-enactors, just people living there.

Cathedral Tower and courtyard

The nobleman's home


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One of the gardens in nobleman's home

Another view of the garden

Tradesman shops




Inside the nobleman's home


I took this picture of an ancient clarinet for JPD

One very old bible






View from watch tower

David's daughter has no fear of heights. Kristan looks on.



David's daughters plot their strategy to take over the countryside

The rotund knight takes the tower

Overlooking the gardens from the watchtower







Bernard classifies some herbs



In the main square.



This lime tree is hundreds of years old.  Executions and auctions were held here.









One conclusion that while we have a very romantic notion of kings and queens and knights, etc... the reality is that even someone in the lower middle class today probably lives a thousand times better off than the royalty of that day.  Our homes have central heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer. They had to have huge fire places to try to warm large rooms in the dead of winter. With electricity, we can see at all hours of the day.  They only had candle light. Our beds are clean and comfortable.  While servants clearly did the work for nobles, our machines do the same for us.  And we have modern medicine and antibiotics that consistently works against a wider spectrum of disease than apothecary potions.  So as beautiful as the place was, I don't think I would willing trade my life today for that in the 13th century, even if I got to be a noble. If I had to be a peasant rather than a tradesman, it would have been very miserable indeed.  On the other hand, the beauty that was build from stone and hand tools is very gratifying and frankly one wonders why with modern materials, we build such ugly and non-human scale sort of places.