Jane's Dad died this past weekend after a long illness. His suffering is over. It was hard but Jane was able to have some great talks with him in his last days. Thank goodness that we live in an age where communication is so amazing.
Ralph was a role model for expatriates. He was born and raised in England, brought his young family to Canada when he was a young engineer (Jane was 2), and then moved down to the states in the 80s. He had jobs in Italy, Turkey and Chile as well. Everywhere he went he had many, many friends. We know we are making him proud these days.
A bientôt Ralph. Tu nous manqueras.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
La campagne française: si douce
The country side is very beautiful here. There are alot of forests, hills, and mountains in the south of france. Jane and I spent the weekend hiking and driving through the baby mountain passes (St. Victoire and the pass between Cassis and Le Ciotat). The "woods" of france are SO different than Minnesota. I remember a passage in Shogun where the author describes the countryside of Japan and how every inch of the terrain has been manicured by man. I feel the same way about France...more wild perhaps but almost everything has been touched by man.
We were hiking through a beautiful forest yesterday on Sainte Victoire. The trees were beautiful but on inspection it was obvious that nearly every one had been trimmed. It wasn't a wild forest. It was a garden forest. Every forest I have been through in France is like this: beautiful but, effectively, man made. Most forests in Minnesota are so wild that you can barely penetrate them. One can easily sense the forest primieval in a spot like the boundary waters. I think it must be hard to have that experience in France.
Likewise with insects. Minnesota seems thick with an insect world but France seems to have somehow avoided our crawling friends. How is this possible? One of my favorite features of southern france is the shuttered windows. Too hot at night? Just open the window and let the world in. No screens. Just nature. Where the heck are the critters? Why aren't french households overriden by insects?
I appreciate the wild of Minnesota but frankly it is sure nice to have nature be so hospitable for awhile.
We were hiking through a beautiful forest yesterday on Sainte Victoire. The trees were beautiful but on inspection it was obvious that nearly every one had been trimmed. It wasn't a wild forest. It was a garden forest. Every forest I have been through in France is like this: beautiful but, effectively, man made. Most forests in Minnesota are so wild that you can barely penetrate them. One can easily sense the forest primieval in a spot like the boundary waters. I think it must be hard to have that experience in France.
Likewise with insects. Minnesota seems thick with an insect world but France seems to have somehow avoided our crawling friends. How is this possible? One of my favorite features of southern france is the shuttered windows. Too hot at night? Just open the window and let the world in. No screens. Just nature. Where the heck are the critters? Why aren't french households overriden by insects?
I appreciate the wild of Minnesota but frankly it is sure nice to have nature be so hospitable for awhile.
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