Monthly Archives: May 2013

Of Latitudes and Attitudes

Neither Ken nor I had ever visited Norway, so we thought – why not now, since we are in the neighborhood? Well, southern France is closer to Oslo than California is. And we have a special reason to want to get to know Norway now because of our new friendship with fellow golfers Erik and Helen who live in Oslo. We met Helen and Erik on a golf course in Cannes this winter where they take regular breaks from the rigors of living in the north-country. As you can imagine, a little lunch on the Mediterranean can be a mighty pleasant antidote to a long, dark winter.

Cannes with Erik and Helen
Cannes with Erik and Helen

From southern France it’s about a three-hour flight to Oslo, if all goes well. For us the trip became a lot longer because of a plane delay. Our unexpected overnight stay outside of Munich, Germany led us to a small-town, once-a-year beer-garden festival right behind our hotel. Lederhosen and polkas, right? Nope – more like ear-splitting punk rock music, kids in American-logo tee shirts, and lots of cigarettes & beer. Oh well, we needed an early night anyway.

 

 Expectations are so often based on misinformation. Not being much of a geographer, my idea of the world is fairly flat, the way you find it in a book of maps. I would do well to look at globes more often to get a clearer view of the real world I live in. I would then have been better prepared to see the striking resemblance between Oslo, Norway and Anchorage, Alaska; Bergen, Norway and Juneau, Alaska.  If we go to Tromso, Norway next summer (a possibility) I now understand it will be like visiting Fairbanks or Barrow, Alaska – not that I’ve been to any of the far north outposts of any country. There’s a great Wikipedia site that gives latitudes and the major cities that fall within them. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_cities_by_latitude  It was stunning to see how very wrong I was about so many of the correspondences. Who would have thought that Cheyenne, WY is at about the same latitude as Naples, Italy; or that Milwaukee, Wisconsin and Marseille, France are also at similar latitudes. I won’t bore you with the rest, except to note that San Luis Obispo and Rabat, Morocco share the same latitude. I like that – it’s cozy.

Back to Oslo. What a beautiful city. It sits at the head of the Oslo fjord and hosts major shipping and sailing activity as well as a thriving economic center. In both Oslo and Bergen we were treated with the site of a tall ship in the harbor. It seemed quite natural in the setting. Life is oriented to the sea, and to the forest.

Oslo tall ship
Oslo tall ship

 

 

Oslo Folkmuseum
Oslo Folkmuseum

 

 

Skiing is, of course not just recreation, but also transportation. It was a spectacular experience to go to the top of the famous ski jump, Holmenkollen in Oslo and look down toward the finish far below. A new adventure, possible on days less foggy than the one that greeted us, is to clip into a zip line that follows the exact trajectory of the ski jump and fly down the hill in a harness at 60 kmh. Yikes! Ken was itching to give it a try. Another day.

 

holmenkollen ski jump
holmenkollen ski jump

 

 

One of the highlights of our days in Oslo was a walk through Frogner Park where 212  granite and bronze figures sculpted by Gustav Vigeland are arranged throughout the many acres of land. It was a grey and drizzling day–not good for taking pictures. But I highly recommend taking a look at websites that show Vigeland’s sculptures. What moved me so much was not only the sheer size of each one – larger than life-size people, alone or in pairs, groups and masses – but the tender, joyful, aware, concerned, and deeply loving relationships between the figures: fathers and children, two older women in grief, lovers in a trance-like gaze, all intense, powerful, and filled with life. I could have spent an entire day in the park gazing and reflecting and walking, if only it had been warm with at least a little sun.

There were many wonderful sights throughout Oslo, and even though the Munch museum was closed to prepare for a big anniversary exhibit, we were able to see an excellent selection of Munch’s paintings in another museum. Very satisfying.

Helen and Erik suggested we might enjoy a trip from Oslo to Bergen on the Bergen Railway, a train ride that crosses the snowy Hardangervidda mountain plateau, with the highest point at 4,009 ft. We had a fascinating 12 hour day on the Bergen train, the Flam railway-small train down the mountains to a fjord, a boat trip up the fjord, a bus back up to the plateau, and back on the Bergen railway to finish in Bergen on the west coast. Traversing Norway this way gave us a good sense of the climate, the geography, and the beauty of this part of the country. What we had not appreciated until this trip is how huge Norway is. As Erik explained, if you tipped Norway upside down, it would reach well into Italy. Distances are long, population sparse, and life quite rugged.

 Following are some photos we took along the way between Oslo and Bergen

The Flam railway
The Flam railway
Flam train with Ken
Flam train with Ken

Stops along the way down from the plateau to the fjord to see waterfalls and navigate steep terrain.

Waterfalls everywhere
Waterfalls everywhere
heading down
heading down

Did I mention that there are over 170 tunnels on this trip across Norway? It’s the only way to keep passages open year round for the trains. The length of the tunnels is mind-boggling.

And then onto the water in a sturdy boat for a couple of hours cruising the fjord in the rain.

rainy fjord view
rainy fjord view

Finally in Bergen a supper with friends from the train and a day of sightseeing. Again a tall ship anchored just outside our hotel window, next to a ferris wheel.

tall ship and ferris wheel in Bergen
tall ship and ferris wheel in Bergen

 

Home in Aix continues to include golf for Ken, with almost weekly tournaments, and sometimes a practice round for Ken and Karen together. One day recently we finally walked to Cezanne’s workshop, not far up the hill from where we live. Karen kept going a bit further to discover the wonderful “Painter’s Terrain” at the top of the hill where Cezanne painted many of his famous renderings of Mont Sainte Victoire. It’s easy to see how creativity flourishes here.

Karen - in Cezanne's footsteps
Karen – in Cezanne’s footsteps

 

 

We are always amazed at our luck that we find ourselves in such a warm and welcoming community in Aix, with Monique, Dominique as our “hosts”, and neighbors from around the world, including Marianne and Bob from Cape Cod.

dinner with friends at home
dinner with friends at home

 

 Our travel plans for June include a week in Italy with Monique and Dominique to see Charlotte, their daughter dance with the Italian National Ballet. Then we spend a week in Scotland anchored to the All-Scotland Men’s Senior Championship just down the meadow from the famed St. Andrews golf club. We’ll be looking into Karen’s Scottish ancestry on a visit to the Isle of Sky-the home of the Macdonald clan. There looks to be fabulous walking in in the mountains and along the coast wherever we go.

 There’s always much more that we could have said – but it’s best not to try your patience. Feel free to write a note if you have questions or feedback on what you’ve read here. We always love hearing from you.

 

 Bisous, from Ken and Karen

Short Timers

“Time keeps on slippin,’ slippin,’ slippin’ Into the future.”

 

Here we are in May. Time feels like a landscape, and we are rushing through it on our personal “train à grande vitesse” –tgv, traveling fast now not because we are anxious to get to the other side, but because the speed is already set and we have to be quick to savor each passing scene.  

 

An expression here in Aix says that summer arrives in a day. Suddenly all the chestnut trees are in full bloom with new leaves and flowers. The platane trees (a variety of sycamore), pruned back so hard only a short time ago, are putting out new growth to create arcs of summer shade along the roads and for the terraces in city squares.

St.Sauveur & chestnuts
St.Sauveur & chestnuts

And the tulips! About an hour north of Aix, toward Manosque, Monique led us to rolling hill country of small farms, and the village of Lurs, where just below we found the tulip farm of friends. Monique and some fellow artists set up their easels, while Ken, Renée and I laid out a picnic on the grass. To one side we watched a herd of sheep grazing and gamboling (yes, really!) in the clear spring sun. Below us a field of tulips in perfect flower was slowly being cut to preserve the bulbs. The painters worked furiously to capture the colors before the tops of the flowers lay scattered on the ground. We, on the other hand, stretched out in the sun to become part of the painting-perfect landscape, à la Cezanne.

painting in Lurs
painting in Lurs
Renée in the tulips
Renée in the tulips
Monique's painting
Monique’s painting

Finally I’ve begun to paint also – not in the fields, but in our apartment and in Monique’s studio below in the garden. Far away from the comfort of my acrylics in my studio at home, I’m learning from Monique the nuances of painting in oils. And thanks to previous work with Tricia Reichert in Arroyo Grande, I’ve been able to do some watercolors, the best of which is a little portrait of SweetPea. Fortunately my neighbor Sophie had taken some very good photos of SweetPea in the fall that I could use to help me with this painting I just now completed.

Watercolor of SweetPea
Watercolor of SweetPea

Ken is fast-becoming a hit with the Set Club teams for whom he plays in golf matches regularly. He has a team logo polo shirt and our shelves are filling with winnings of wine and champagne.  To match the bonheur of playing well, he has also acquired the attire of a bonhomme, which Renée liked so well she went right out to find for herself.

Ken's winnings

Ken & Renee twins

 

 

 

 

While Ken went to Paris to visit with his nephew Michael & his wife, who had won a trip from Michigan, Renée and I explored some familiar and unfamiliar places in the Luberon. At Isle sur la Sorgue, we perused the Sunday market, finding many things to admire and some to buy.

Thinking of Renée and Andy’s biking ventures, I had to take a photo of this “sympa” biker girl we found in a side street.

biker girls
biker girls

Saint Saturnin-lés-Apt has always been one of my most favorite little villages in the Luberon. Now it is at the very top of my list, since Renée and I spent several delicious hours exploring the forest behind the old chateau on the hill, finding remains of bories hidden deep in the woods. In a little restaurant we learned that Joseph Talon “discovered” in these same forests the truffles that would become a delicacy dear to the tastebuds of his fellow Frenchmen. Et voila, a statue to reward him.

borie in the forest
borie in the forest
Care for a truffle?
Care for a truffle?

At the end of the day, one needs a little rest – so in Lourmarin, on our way home to Aix, Renée and I stopped at the same little café where Colleen, Ken and I had huddled in the cold in early March. This day was a bit warmer, and as we rested a bit, a local cat strolled down the street across from us, crying out loudly for some much-needed attention.  I had only to look in his direction and he trotted over, checked me out, and jumped up in my lap for a few caresses (the French word for “pats”). The men of the café were much amused and wondered/joked aloud, in French, if they made the right noises would they also get caressed? When I replied, in French, they were a bit chagrined that I had understood them. It was fun. We all laughed.

karen and the cat
karen and the cat

Alors, it’s time to end this entry. There’s so much to try to share – so many pictures and experiences. We thank you for your patience and perseverance with our little blog. Remember, if you want to talk to us – just email –  karen@karenmerriam.com or kensmokoska@gmail.com.

A bientôt.