Muncie

Since my last writing, life has changed dramatically. Only three years have past since being "re-patriated" in the United States after a lovely two and an half year hiatus traveling and studying leisurely. Once upon American soil, the whirlwind and hyper-drive life of the US caught me up and spun me from a job in Fort Wayne, into engagement to my now husband and left me planted in a home and job in Yorktown, IN.

Thus, I have found myself in the town to which I swore I would never return. Interestingly enough, traveling made me realise that any town can be interesting as long as you cultivate your curiosity and seek out what makes it interesting. Its much easier in a foreign setting where everything is new, but Muncie, IN is anything but foreign to me now - it's home.

It's unfortunate; however, Muncie has a terrible rapport with its inhabitants. No one seems to speak good words about the poor town, and in spite of efforts made to change its image, the feeling of resentment towards the town lingers. Personally, my thoughts tend toward a marketing view that if a new image could be invented and assumed as the truth it would catch on. This is where I am, looking to cultivate curiosity in the most Midwest American town, Muncie.

Saturday Morning in Fort Wayne

Today I felt like I was in a big city...maybe even a European city...in downtown Fort Wayne!!! We were heading downtown for the Art in the Park and saw the Barr Street Market and decided to stop on our way to. It was so lovely! They had fresh, local, organic produce and small, independent businesses, some jewelry and some food all under the bright red tent! I felt very urban as we walked around and got a Black Dog coffee from Madeleines Bakehouse. The BEST part was the jazz music, so we sat and sipped coffee, listened to jazz music and people watched - all on a Saturday morning in the good old Fort! I will totally be going back, for me big city refill soon!

As we moved on to the art booths, we walked up to one and right away I knew it was Paris, a view of the old houses along the Seine river. All of the paintings were parfait, I mean really truly the feel of Paris and I knew they had to have been painted in Paris right in front of each subject! So, I kind of listened as people stopped by and said how nice the paintings were and the artist totally had a French accent. When I asked him if the paintings were done in Paris, he said yes and asked "Vous parlez français ?" "OUI !" I replied...Alain Bathelot, was his name and were I not a recent graduate, I would have bought up a painting right away...but, he said he used to paint in Montmartre - my favorite part of Paris and where all the famous painters like Van Gogh and Monet used to gather! I was so delighted and surprised to be speaking French with a Parisian artist in Fort Wayne at the Three Rivers Festival - who knew?!

Travel Guidelines

I'm getting sick of traveling.

Ok, not really, just the airports and their security measures. If I could take a train for all my travels, well, I'd never get sick of traveling! Meanwhile, I still managed to take the long flight across the pond to end up home once again (don't think train travel will be happening with that one)! But before then, I got to spend some time in Mallorca - one of the islands of Spain.

My Rule #5 in traveling is that I'm only going on trips that are easy to plan - no more long trips from the airport to the city (unless its ridiculously cheap, beggars can't be choosey and I'm unemployed ;-)) and Rule #4 is that I'm choosing places that are different, not the same old castles and cathedrals. Don't get me wrong, I love castles and cathedrals but after seeing lots, they all blend in and usually, I enjoy their exterior architecture more than their dark interiors.
Hence, Palma de Mallorca - the capital of the island - an easy trip, within my budget and a bit exotic because it's an island! I only saw one cathedral, where I went to mass on Sunday, and I had learned about it in my Cultural Images class which brings me to Rule #3 - knowing something about what you see makes it MUCH more interesting. Palma's cathedral is a Gothic cathedral, but is very different from the majority of the peninsula's Gothic cathedrals because its Mediterranean style.

We also spent two days on the beach - my second time at a beach in Europe and always a treat for an avid people watcher like me, with the large usage of speedos only by men over 60 and the topless women of all ages. I don't know if I'm envious or repulsed by this absolutely non Protestant, non Anglo-Saxon acceptance of their bodies...Rule #2, gawk at something that makes you incredulous because it would NEVER happen where you're from.And now my new Rule #1 when I travel is to see nature, spend time in it, soak it up. I have come to realize that once again, cities are great, I'm totally a city girl, but they aren't as magnificent as nature. Therefore, we headed out hiking one day from a small town, Soller to an even smaller one, Deià and saw olive trees and cool rocks and even huge mansions (lots of famous people, like Charley Sheen have vacation houses in Mallorca). And the city of Deià was adorable with little streets and old houses made of rocks - I'd rather own one of these houses than the mansions on the hiking route. At the end of the trail, we stopped for fresh lemonade - lemon trees were everywhere on the trail - and some olives and bread which I have to add as a last Rule, stopping at a café and resting is never wasted money in my book.And maybe one more Rule, don't see everything because then you have to go back.