Friday 31 July 2015

My First Experience of Bla Bla Car

Bla Bla Car is an international, online car share service where drivers list their journeys and passengers sign up for the ride for a small fee. For my journey from Avignon to Carcassonne, it is cheaper and quicker than the train so I'm giving it a go.

Featuring:
The driver
Charlotte - tall, tanned, slim, chic, French girl wearing a stripy top.

The passengers
Me - English, denim mini, rucksack, sketchbook and novel poking out of my bag
Man 1 - French, slightly stinky, dreadlocks, tent and dog. Does a double take at every campervan we see
Man 2 - Spanish (I'm guessing, either way he's not French), slightly stinky, straw hat and guitar, dozes most of the way
Dog - black and white mongrel, well behaved, not stinky, dozes most of the way

The only things that save this unlikely combination of people from being a ridiculous bunch of stereotypes is that Charlotte drives a black VW Polo, not a Renault Clio and the French people wait a whole 50 minutes before lighting up.

The car has no air con, there is euro rave on the stereo, which merges into the Fugees. I'm on the sunny side of the car, melting, and trying to see to type through my hair which is whipping about in the warm blast from the open windows. 

Vineyards and olive trees, interspersed with low, craggy hills line the road. The sky is a pale blue and everything is... fine!

3 hours later, I have arrived safely, on time and there were no dramas, so aside from whiffy people and the odd bit of cigarette smoke, it was really quite good. I'll do it again.

https://www.blablacar.co.uk


Avignon - Day 2 Photos





Looking towards Sunday's destination.


Self actualising in Avignon - would you believe me if I told you there was an accordion playing nearby? There really was!

This house is for sale - so pretty.







Avignon - Day 2 31st July 2015

I had an amazing sleep. Despite being on a busy road, my room was quiet and cool. I have the morning here in Avignon, then I am off to Carcassonne this afternoon. I was going to take the train but I have discovered the car-share version of AirBnB called Bla Bla Car, and have booked a lift with a French girl called Charlotte who is driving the same way. It is a much cheaper way of travelling and quicker too.

Charlotte is picking me up at 13:30 so I have a few more hours in Avignon. It is a beautiful day but as I saw most of the main attractions yesterday, I think I will go for a wander with my sketch book and may even draw something!



Avignon - Day 1, 30th July 2015

The view from my AirBnB balcony. I'm very well located on one of the main streets in Avignon, a short walk from the station. After I'd checked in I set out for a walk about the city. It was cloudy with a comfortable temperature and a warm breeze.
This building caught my eye - I love the colour combination of the warm stone and the cool grey shutters. You can just about see the old lady in the middle window at the top, she waved at me and I waved back.

More pretty Avignon streets - the whole city seems to be like this.

The famous Pont from the song Frere Jacques, viewed from up in the Rocher Les Dom gardens above the city wall. Parts of the pont are over 800 years old but the Rhone kept damaging it.

Venus in the Rocher Les Dom.

My first selfie-stick photo, nobody was around so I took it quickly! Must learn to look less serious.

Rooftops of Avignon


By this time I was I need of some refreshment so I wandered to a pretty area recommended by my host for food and drink, the Place des Corps Saints. It was a little triangular area with plane trees and street seating, surrounded by bars and restaurants. Apparently, less touristy than the square near the Palace of the Popes. 

My first glass of rosé in Provence. Cool, delicious and cheap!

After this, I had 30 mins to spare before the Angladon museum closed so I popped in for a quick peek. I don't like spending hours in museums or galleries so this suited me just fine. The museum is a former private home turned art gallery and had a small collection, including paintings by Picasso, Degas, Manet and Van Gogh. My favourite was the Modigliani, but she looks a bit fed up!


I was very tired by this point so it was a quick pizza and bed.


Thursday 30 July 2015

Arriving in France

08:45 - On the Eurostar near Lille
I'm trying to decide whether the landscape of Northern France really is different to England, or whether I just think it looks different because I know I am in a different country. What makes a French field look so French and an English one look so English? I can't quite work it out... I think it's the different type of trees.

I'm feeling very weary today. My first night using AirBnB was a positive experience overall, my host was very warm and friendly, my room was small and neat (and hot - the July temperatures in London were clearly not warm enough for my Italian host who had the heating on full blast!) but the excitement of my trip and the thought of missing my 05:30 alarm contrived to give me a sleepless night. I could sleep on the train, but I really want to see France as we pass through it. I'm going to try and stay awake and will have an early night in Avignon tonight instead.

I have just realised I may have left my sunglasses in my room this morning - on the chair, with my earphones. Annoying! There is a slim chance they are in my rucksack, but if not, I will be shopping in Avignon this afternoon. 

11:50 - Central France
Wheat fields. Endless wheat fields interspersed with woodland and red-roofed houses. Small herds of white cows dozing in the shade. I don't know where we are but the landscape is hillier and drier here. The sun is shining and the blue sky is dotted with white, fluffy clouds. It is very rural. 

12:30 - I just saw a sign for Cluny. The Jewish man behind me has just started singing. I think it is the Massif Central I can see to the west.

13:00 - Lyon. We've crossed the Rhone and the singing jew has disembarked. The streets are sunbaked and the clouds have changed from fluffy to wispy. The people on the platform, waiting to be reunited with their friends and family, are in shorts. One more hour and it will be my turn to leave the train.

The train is much quieter now so I've taken the opportunity to check my rucksack for my sunglasses - I didn't forget them and this has made me really rather happy, my budget is still on track!

13:30 - We've just passed a field of small sunflowers, but I've yet to see a vineyard. The foothills of the Alpes pop into view now and again. It looks warm out there.

13:36 - A vineyard! And pretty church spires. The Alpes are looking a lot bigger now. It is cloudier as well, which I will probably appreciate on my walk to my accommodation later.

14:08 - Je suis arrive a Avignon.

Wednesday 29 July 2015

Something Very Strange...

...happened on the tube today. A young man in a suit offered me his seat. Manners do exist in London after all. As starts to trips go, it's a good one.

Departure Day Checklist

- Put clean sheets on bed, check
- Empty fridge and put bins out, check
- Water the garden, check
- Practice taking photos with selfie-stick, arghhhhhh!

Saturday 25 July 2015

Four Days To Go

I'm just doing a bit of last minute shopping (solid shampoo bar) and organising (insurance, yawn) before I head off on my month long European jaunt and I thought I'd share my itinerary:

Day 1 - Eurostar from London St. Pancras to Avignon, France
Day 2 - Avignon to Carcassonne
Day 3 - Explore Carcassonne
Day 4 - Carcassonne to Aix-en-Provence
Days 5 & 6 - Explore Aix-en-Provence and surrounding area
Day 7 - Aix-en-Provence to Grasse
Days 8 & 9 - Explore Grasse and surrounding area
Day 10 - Grasse to Golf Juan (to stay on a boat, yay!)
Days 11 - 13 - Explore Côte d'Azur (options: Cannes, Cavallier Sur Mer, Antibes, Nice, Eze, Menton)
Day 14 - Depart France for Sirmione, Lake Garda, Italy (all day on a train)
Day 15 - Explore Sirmione & Lake Garda
Day 16 - Sirmione to Verona
Day 17 - Explore Verona
Day 18 - Verona to Venice & explore Venice
Day 19 - Fly to Split, Croatia
Days 20 & 21 - Explore Split
Day 22 - Krka National Park then on to Hvar
Days 23 & 24 - Explore Hvar
Day 25 - Hvar to Trsteno and visit Trsteno Arboretum
Days 26 - 28 - Dubrovnik
Day 29 - Fly home


Getting a little bit excited!

Wednesday 15 July 2015

You Can Be Anything You Want

'You can be anything you want'. 'You can do anything you like'. Positive advice, imparted with such intent to support and provide confidence is a wonderful thing.

However, I've recently realised that if you're a jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none type, or you have no one dominant strength or obvious burning passion, like me, then the advice becomes a burden.

If I can be anything I want, then why I aren't I there yet? I'm hard working, intelligent and nearly 40 so what am I messing at? My problem is I don't know what I want, yet. The options are so broad as to render me stuck in the headlights like the proverbial rabbit. 

The implication of the advice is that I will succeed. But choosing the wrong path might lead to failure, so I can't do that, I must get it right, mustn't I? But how do I choose the right path? How will I know? And what if I get it wrong? Do I have to stick with it or be seen as a failure? 

I've been exploring this in my mind a lot. Being seen as a failure by whom? Those who gave the advice in the first place probably won't view it like that - ultimately their advice means 'we can't tell you what to do, but we want you to be happy and fulfilled and we'll support your choices'. They're not standing there with a notepad (or modern technical equivalent), waiting to record my failures, so why do I do this to myself?

I've decided to look at things differently now. Instead of seeking my 'one true path', I'm going to try and view what I do next as an experiment. Experiments, by their very definition require trial and error. They require research, effort, thought, changes of tack, plenty of failure and hopefully, a small dollop of success will come at one or more points along the way. 

Experiments also have a goal - their common purpose is to '...discover something, test a hypothesis or demonstrate a known fact' (Oxford English Dictionary). In my case, I'm going with the former, to try and  discover what I want to do with my life so that I can be proud of it and not feel I have wasted it though fear of failure.

Tuesday 14 July 2015

Shutdown...

The title of my blog is 'The Big Life Reboot'. And we all know the first part of a reboot is to shutdown in preparation for a clean restart. This is what I have been doing lately, shutting down. There have been four key stages to my shutdown:

1. Resign from job
2. Sprain ankle
3. Finish job
4. Operation

Some of these have been planned, others have been unexpected, but interesting, events along the way.

1. Resign from job
Resigning from my job probably look me about 18 months in all reality. From the first, pushed away flickers of doubt, to the private promise to myself that 12 months from now (a promise made in Dec 2013), I will be doing something different. I went through a period of mini-meltdowns and leadership coaching. I worried about the practical realities of giving up a regular income and tried to rationalise why, when I have a really good job at a really good company, would I want to throw it away. Especially when work is not easy to come by where I live and the country is still trying to haul itself out of a recession. 

There were still parts of my job that I liked, still elements that gave me job satisfaction, still things that I wanted to see through and projects I wanted to finish. Not to mention my intelligent, dedicated, kind, fun and supportive colleagues, whose company I got to enjoy everyday.

But ultimately I wasn't happy. The effort had started to outweigh the enjoyment and things that I would once have relished became overwhelming. Most of all though, I started to fear I was wasting my life, channelling my energy into someone else's dream, just because I had suitable skills, rather than focusing on my own dreams.

To quote Mark Twain/Albert Enstein/Henry Ford (we're not really sure who the quote originates with but the sentiment is a very good one), 'If you always do what you've always done, then you'll always get what you've always got.'

So I made the decision to change. The change could only come from me, nobody else was able to do it for me (although some wished they could). It was hard, scary and on-paper probably seemed mad, but it 'felt right'. I can't tell you how I knew that, so can only conclude it was my soul telling me. It is time to work on my own dreams.

2. Spain my ankle
This rather innocuous event has played an important role in my shutdown process. As I mentioned in my first blog post, it forced me to stop. The danger upon leaving my job was that I would carry on doing what I'd always done - filling my time with tasks, ticking things off lists, feeling artificially productive in the process. What is wrong with that? Well, I'd be hiding from myself. My ankle sprain meant I was physically forced not to do this. I started this blog is a means of reflection, and it is really helping.

3. Finish job
I worked my notice on a part-time basis over a period of 6 weeks instead off full-time over 4. This was for my own benefit, but also gave the company a longer period of time to find a replacement and my colleagues and me chance to work out what knowledge needed to be transferred. It was a good decision. But the transition itself was strange - my opinion was sought less, I was invited to less critical meetings. There was denial and anger, not just from me! Work still came my way - because nobody knew what else to do with it. I carried on with actual work right up to my very last morning. I worried that this would not leave a particularly good legacy, but I did the best I could and in the end, I found acceptance. I am pleased that by my final send off, I could look back with positivity on my time there and any disillusionment had diminished. Importantly, my soul was still happy with my decision.

4. Operation
Rather like my ankle sprain, this event is another checkpoint for me to ensure I shutdown cleanly. I blogged about the operation itself last week, but what is really interesting is how this event has really opened up my mind to reflection. My thoughts are tumbling thick and fast - I should be resting, but sleep is eluding me because I need to get my thoughts out and written down. Which is why I've been writing since 5am. I never choose to be awake this early unless I am going on holiday! I don't know how long this will last but I'm keeping an open mind and will keep scribbling until I feel the shutdown is complete.

Picture credit - Pinterest

Monday 13 July 2015

Things I Find Myself Doing Now I Don't Have a Job #1

Preserving fresh herbs by freezing them in olive oil, ready to use in Winter. I saw this on Pinterest and decided to give it a go so that I don't waste my newly planted mint, basil and chives. Today is the turn of mint and I've included a couple of mint ice cubes for using in Pimms as well as the oil-based ones for cooking. 

Friday 10 July 2015

Post-Op

Feeling a bit groggy, post general anaesthetic but happy I invested in this Boden beauty to float about in whilst recovering. It will also be perfect for my upcoming European tour.

I had a lump in my right breast removed today. It was a minor, day case, and the surgeon isn't concerned - just 'seeing it though'. But for me it was a pretty major event. I'm not good at medical stuff, I'm not good at being looked after and I'm not good at being out of action. 

The surgeon was capable, efficient and matter-of-fact, the anaesthetist calm, clear and caring, the nurses kind, super-lovely and just brilliant. My home team (boyfriend, sisters, mum and friends) are ensuring I feel loved, well fed and supported. Perhaps I can learn to embrace what comes with allowing myself to be more vulnerable after all.

Saturday 4 July 2015

Still in Shock

I startled myself starting this blog. I didn't think I had the inclination to write or the bravery to go public. I'm still coming to terms with this.

Wednesday 1 July 2015

Day One



1st July 2015 - day one of my self-imposed unemployment. Or to put it another way, day one of my life reboot. How do I feel? To be honest, mostly numb and mildly hungover. I don't know what I expected to feel - excited, liberated, fearful, gung-ho? Maybe that'll come later. After all, part of the point of this whole exercise is to learn to just be. To give myself time and space to think, dream and allow new ideas, or old squashed ones, to come to the surface.

Annoyingly, or perhaps conveniently, I sprained my ankle playing netball two nights ago so I'm forced to stay at home, foot in the air, allowing the swelling to subside. Perhaps this is part of the point too - instead of doing my usual thing of rushing onto the next task without stopping to work out if it is something I really want to do, or just a way to pass the time, I am staying still.

I'm very pleased to say that the weather is playing its part in the show that is 'taking the summer off'. It's hot and sunny so I'm working on my base tan in preparation for some travels at the end of the month. More on that later. I'm now hobbling off to deadhead some flowers. And I think it is nearly time for a G&T.

(Health disclaimer - I'm slathered in SFP (Aldi brand, I'm on a serious budget now and it has 5 UVA stars) and I'm on my fourth pint of water)