Don’t worry, the title of this post actually has nothing to do with the content of my day other than the fact that it was spent in Toulouse!
(Au Revoir Pyrenees!)
My time in St. Girons ended as quickly as it started. The highlights of my last few days included a trip to Foix (a small town with a cool castle), the unfortunate peeling of my sunburn, more dirt shoveling (the bed is now leveled!), and more delicious food (why did I wait until my last morning to try the local honey!). I really enjoyed my first helpex experience. I think I was introduced to more English and New Zealand culture than French culture, and the work was harder than I expected, but I came to really appreciate both those things. I honestly (and I know this will sound weird) really enjoyed shoveling and raking dirt for hours on end, there’s a rhythm to it that allows for prime thinking time, like being on a train, and I definitely got stronger which makes carrying my giant pack easier. As far as the English culture part goes, I’m now fully on board with the whole tea time thing and I’m hooked on a few English comedy shows that I’m going to have to figure out how to watch when I get back to the states.
(Rooftops of Foix)
I’m now in Toulouse for a brief stopover (two nights, one full day) on my way to my next help exchange hosts in the Loire Valley. This is a big deal because I consider it my first day of real solo traveling. Yes, I realize I managed to get myself to Paris and to St. Girons and have been traveling ‘solo’ for two weeks now, however, this is my first night alone in a hostel, so it feels more ‘solo’ than anything I’ve done thus far.
I rolled into Toulouse by bus at around noon yesterday. I managed to find my hostel fairly easily though I was quite the show as I lugged my giant backpack along the twenty-minute walk from the train station. By the time I checked in it was pretty late so I decided to head out and grab lunch quickly. I’ve decided that in cities where grocery stores are readily available I should take advantage of them and try to just buy ingredients to make simple meals, which should be cheaper than always buying food out. As I walked to the grocery store, stomach a grumblin’, I passed restaurant upon restaurant of what looked like delicious food; salads, fish, bread, white table cloths, and sparkling wine glasses, and I had to remind myself that just because I’m on a trip, doesn’t mean I can act like I’m on vacation.
I managed to find the grocery store and put together a nice lunch of baby carrots, cherry tomatoes, a peach, trail mix, and goat’s milk yogurt (a first for me – I really enjoyed it!). After buying my food I wandered around looking for a place to eat and fortuitously stumbled upon the ‘jardin des plantes,’ a lovely park and the perfect place for my picnic.
I spent the rest of the day just wandering the city and enjoyed another picnic in the park for dinner. Toulouse is known as ‘la ville en rose’ or ‘the pink city’ because all the buildings are brick or pink stucco. It has a big city feel, but is very compact, a mix of Parisian elegance and Mediterranean aspects of Rome. It’s a nice city, I can’t say I’ve fallen in love with it (and I do fall in love with most cities), but I’m enjoying my visit.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night as there was a lot of noise from people partying in the street until the wee hours of the night. A few of my roommates (five boys) were also quite the snorers. I probably could have drowned out the noise from the street, but it’s amazing how incredibly annoying snoring is. My first mission this morning was therefore to find some caffeine and I enjoyed a café crème and a very expensive jus d’orange (fresh squeezed) with my leftovers from last night’s dinner (baguette and goat cheese).
(Place du Capitole)
(Église Saint-Sernin)
I wandered all over the city today taking pictures as I went, along the shopping streets (it seems most that these make up most of Toulouse) and into two old cathedrals, Église Saint-Sernin and Église Saint-Augustine, both of which were quite beautiful. After another lunch picnic in the park (this one with a lot of nutella and apple), I finally decided to beat the heat (it’s 85 degrees F) and headed back to the hostel to cool off and write this post.
Traveling solo has so far been an interesting, and mostly enjoyable experience. I’ve already got lots to say on the subject, so I’ll wait and give it its own proper post soon.
À Bientôt!