France

A Lavender Sea

by Tessa on August 23, 2013

in France, Style, Trips & Travels

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Background behind this little blog of mine. When I was coming up with a name, I wanted it to represent something important to me; something that’s made me who I am. Instantly I thought of the sea, of the calm hushing melody of crashing waves that has been a constant part of my life. Then of lavender. Side story. When I was three, I was harshly burned and spent a week in the ICU. After returning home, my mother put lavender oil on my skin for months. It’s said that smell is most strongly connected to memory and lavender is a healing and calming scent for me. A scent so beautiful and wonderful! So you can imagine how intensely delighted I was to find fields of lavender in France! Well… seas of lavender;) It was a sublime moment, to walk through rows upon rows of the most beautiful and most delicious scented flower as the sun set and the wind caused the lavender to ripple like the waves of the sea. That evening won’t be easily forgotten.

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Toulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceToulouse, FranceNormally I love rainy days… when I’m wrapped up in blankets in my room, deep in a romance novel, sipping hot chocolate, and listening to the drops pelt my window. However, when you’re out traveling and the weather man forgot to mention that there was a chance of rain and that you’re going to want something more than just Mary Janes to walk around in, rainy days lose a little bit of their charm. Mr. Weather Man’s just lucky that I was pleased that the umbrella we conveniently had matched my scarf and jacket; little things like that just make everything better! So I forgive you, dear old weather man. This Time. Anyways, although our day in Toulouse, France was dreary, the next day was unbelievably gorgeous! So, we decided to call rainy days “production days”, because when the clouds go on their way, they leave behind skies so blue, they’re steroidal and hills so green you drool. So, now, anytime there’s a rainy day, my dad says “It’s a production day today but just wait until tomorrow; it’ll be beautiful!” And it always is;)

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French FarmlandFrench FarmlandFrench FarmlandFrench FarmlandA Lavender SeaFrench FarmlandA Lavender SeaFrench FarmlandFrench FarmlandFrench FarmlandA Lavender SeaFrench FarmlandFrench FarmlandI wonder what life would be like on little farms like these. Hens clucking at your feet, goats on the side of the road, tractors in the front yard. It’s a life that’s completely unfamiliar to me but it looks absolutely charming! When we were winding through the Pyrenees, we stopped and bought some bread from a little bakery for lunch and an old man showed us around his farm and his work space where he makes cheese. We tried some and it was very potent! I like cheese, but I’ll stick with Gouda; however, even if my tastebuds aren’t refined enough to enjoy the cheese, I adore that old man and his little farm. He told us that he makes cheese because its a vocation that allows him to live in the countryside with beauty all around him. I can’t disagree! The scenery was completely dreamy! The people were kind! The weather was chilly but clean and wonderful! The goats and chickens wandering around just about stole my heart! The cottages and tractors looked like they were out of a children’s picture book! I need not go on;)

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Carcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleIn Carcassonne, there was a breathtaking castle that was mostly built in the 12th century but contained a wall built by the Romans in the 1st century. I believe that’s accurate. You can wiki it;) When we drove into Carcassonne, we were astonished at how gorgeous it was (both during the day and at night) and how almost out of place it seemed!! Carcassonne CastleCarcassonne Castle It looks like a medieval Disneyland, does it not?Carcassonne CastleUnforuntly, we didn’t have as good of weather the second day in Carcassonne when we went to explore the castle but luckily I was having a fantastic hair day!! Right!?;)Carcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleMy mom and I have a thing for both French rooftops and the strikingly gorgeous stained glass windows in French cathedrals. I checked the listings in a realty shop as we were walking through the streets, but alas there weren’t any cathedrals for sale!Carcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleAnd oh how I love graveyards (as previously mentioned here and here) though I cannot clue you in on why. Perhaps it’s the calm beauty about them; maybe it’s the stillness or the air of peace.Carcassonne CastleCarcassonne CastleCarcassonne Castle My family and I joke that I look like the angel of death. Perfect that I’m in a graveyard, yes? Well, I would much rather have Death come for me in a hot pink coat then a black one, the idea of death would seem more . . .  pleasant.

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