That title was ALL for you, Daly.
Annecy was Lindsay and I’s first solo trip. Granted we were only going for the day, it was nonetheless without a guide and on our own. I researched places to see and things to do in Annecy the night before, made a list, figured out I had booked a bus instead of a train, and had probably 3 mini panic attacks before I realized that whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. Prayed to St. Christoper, set my alarm for 5:45 am (our train was at 7:08 am) and slept terribly because I was convinced I was going to miss my alarm.
Alarm goes off. I look at the time. Wonder why I am doing this. Stumble out of bed. Try not to make any noise and end up running into just about everything. Throw on high top Converse for good luck. Grab bag and sack lunch that Fabienne packed me and creeps out the door.
The streets of Villeurbanne are pretty quiet at that hour but, like usual, there’s quite a few people on the metro. Some are going to the train station with me and others are coming back from a long night out. I had to wait a bit for the metro (sometimes they come over the loud speakers and tell you to have patience because there’s technical difficulties) but soon enough, I was meeting Lindsay under the departure board in Part Dieu. We printed our tickets that we had already bought, walked to the back of the train station to the large parking lot where the buses meet, found our bus, panicked because Lindsay forgot her Carte Jeune, praised the Lord when the bus driver didn’t ask to see it, and plopped into our seats.
We spent the ride talking, dozing on and off, glaring at the two preteens sitting 3 rows behind us that were incessantly loud, and ate part of the sack lunch Fabienne gave us. She is just the sweetest. She made us an egg and ham quiche, packed two cookies, two apples, two mini on-the-go apple sauces, and two mini sandwiches. I will never go hungry while living with the Forests.
Getting off the train in Annecy, it was about 50 degrees and I was wearing a tank top dress with a light scarf. Also we had no idea where “centre ville” was so we just followed some signs, asked a lady for directions who happened to speak English and be from San Francisco but was taking a weekend in Annecy before her husband starts his MBA program in France (let me live your life), and the found a cute little cafe so we could warm up and Lindsay could get some coffee in her veins (yes, I am still denied of my favorite drink because of my stomach problems and yes, I still crave it).
After getting a hold of the other student who is living with Madame and Lindsay who was also coming to Annecy with her program, we decided we were going to jump on their tour. With about an hour to kill, we walked around the enormous market and tried just about every cheese and dried meat piece that was available for us to try. I almost impulse bought a cashmere because I was so cold but I decided against it. Go me!
Her apartment-mates finally showed up with their group and we hopped on their “tour” which actually ended up just being a girl who lives in Lyon who had been to Annecy a couple of times. We probably would’ve ended up seeing the same things that she showed us without her help BUT it was nice to meet some new people and connect with other students that were also doing the CIEF program at Lyon 2 with me. Oh, and yes, it’s quite beautiful in Annecy.
The famousPalais de l’Ile - seeing places I’ve seen on Pinterest or on a postcard still feels unreal.
The Château d’Annecy….
And more of Annecy…(this town is just SO photogenic)
After the “tour”, the group had free time for a couple hours before their boat tour which we couldn’t go on. So Lindsay and I walked around some more (honestly love that little town so much)….
…bopped into a couple of churches…
…returned to a couple of places because one time wasn’t enough…
…and then….THE LAKE! This lake is one of the best lakes not only in this region of France but in the whole country because of its clear water which is mainly because most of the flow of water into the lake is melted snow from the mountains in the winter. The perimeter of the lake was a beautiful promenade, with les Jardins de l’Europe on part of its perimeter.
sat and ate the rest of our picnic lunch and some of Lindsay’s and a bag of chips….
explore les jardins and laid for a bit in the grass. We even saw the most stereotypical French man wearing a beret and carrying two baguettes!
saw the famous “Pont des Amours” which was a small bridge but hey, we saw it and fell in love (with the view) on it!
Then I spent the only money (other than the postcard I bought) on a two person paddleboat which was probably one of the best decisions I’ve made thus far in France. For 9 euros, we cruised around the lake and IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL! I took a couple of pictures in the beginning and then had to just put my camera away because it was too overwhelming and I wanted to ingrain that image in my mind for eternity.
After our boat trip, during which I lost the feeling in my upper thighs because I had been paddling for both LIndsay and I because she was too lost in the view, we laid in the grass, waltzed around the town in search of water for me and some ice cream for her, and then waited by the lake (couldn’t get enough of it) for the bus. Our train back was 13 euros and since the lady in charge of their group offered to take us back on their bus, we decided getting back to Lyon two and a half hours early was worth it. I prayed to St. Christopher that he would take reigns on Sunday and take the reigns he DID. And then God was like “oh hey Ania, look at my masterpiece of a sky - isn’t France amazing?”
And I thought to myself, “oui, c’est vrai”.