Walking Strasbourg

I have been getting to know Strasbourg a little at a time, in fits and starts, her most picturesque angles and impressive spaces... a series of first dates, if you will. It takes time to get past facades and surfaces, to see personality and connection under masks. In some ways, cities are no different than people. This city has a soul.

This evening, I got to know her a little better. We spent a few hours together as the sun sank toward the horizon, transforming the canals into liquid gold. She was, like me, in a quiet mood, pensive and many-sided... and we got along well as companions among the evening breezes, having a tete-a-tete of sorts along the quays and old city roads. Our conversations were layered, broad and deep, as I watched and considered the light on the water, the old stone, the people and past that can make up a place...

Emerson and Thoreau advocated walking in the woods, communing with nature in order to know self. I am a mountain girl and I tend toward the woods and high places, windy apertures where I can see the sky in any country and in any language. "Go to the woods," the old writers say, and I happily listen.

But I advocate another path now. To go deeper into self, don't just walk away from all that's human... walk into it. Walk in the old cities, the places that have kept their humanity and history valiantly alive across the centuries. The places where people have lived and loved, destroyed and death-defied across hundreds or thousands of years.

Strasbourg's water doesn't flow only one way... not as you near Petite France, the lochs and dams of long-dead hydro-engineering prowess. Quietly, gently, and without warning, the clean waters of the canals can eddy and change direction in an interplay of current, winds, and managed waters along the channelized River. As I sat contemplating my own time and the strange ways that our histories can haunt us in the ever-dawning present, the waters of Strasbourg agreed.

Over the weekend, I walked across parts of London and Cardiff, cities and villages layered deeply on a long-loved landscape. Since I landed on the continent I've walked across, around, through, and over Strasbourg... and across the Rhine into Germany. Want to know a people's spirit, history, transcendancy? Look at their architecture.

Walk in the depths of city centers and in the quiet spaces along waterways and in old quarters. Find the places people forget to go. Watch the ways humans live in, on, and through a city landscape. See how people are people wherever you go, and what makes them unique.

Watch the organ grinder on the corner lift a voice in song as the winds blow up the waterways and across the Cathedral Square. Notice the nuances of a waiter's face when you ask, "Parlez-vous anglais, Monsieur?" See how photographers contort to find just the right angle and image. Find the places students congregate by the canal pathways, and walk there, too.

Watch the ballerina street performer in her streetclothes, asking permission to dance. Yesterday, as she will tomorrow, she twirls effortlessly across the cobblestones to canned classical music, her tutu faded in the gathering dusk. Today, though, she is a businesswoman dressed in a lady's attire, checking in with the local waiter to find out when she can ply her talent just off the busy patio. In my mind, she is a Russian prima ballerina with a tragic past - a ghost who walks the Strasbourg streets with a memory of fame on her shoulders, her troubled face as craggy as the city's stone bones.

Listen to the street vendors in the marketplace, plying their wares across languages. Watch the couples kissing along bridges and in cobbled side streets, so full of life and promise. Feel the wash of joy that comes with watching children bike and run laughing in the verdant parks. Be still.

Going to the woods cleanses the soul and frees the spirit. Losing oneself in the old cities gives us place, perspective... brings us face to face with our own human-ness. Strasbourg and I became friends tonight. I will walk with her many more times before I depart for my rural haven... and I'm so glad there's more to come.

Mixing Business and Pleasure: Week 1 Update

This week has been a wonderful and sleep-deprived blur. Classes, language, tourist pleasures, and all the little pieces of learning to get around in a new city have combined to keep me (and 23 other international "expats") on our toes. We started the week with business (classes at 8 a.m. Monday morning) and ended with pleasure (a wine tasting at the Louis Sipp winery). The Alsatian way of life agrees with me.

Making the Time Change

Jet-lag hit hard and is just now starting to relinquish me from its blurry, inside-out grip. I arrived on Sunday afternoon and classes started early on Monday... very little time to adjust. And it's not just the seven-hour time difference; the days are very long here, which is wonderfully pleasant - but it does make it harder for my body to adjust.

It's daylight by around 6 a.m. here and just getting dark at 10:30 p.m., so sleep doesn't happen for me until around 11:00 or midnight. For a woman who is usually up between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m., this is a bit of a shift.

I luxuriated in sleeping 'til 10 this morning - a very rare occurrence - and I plan to do the same tomorrow. This is the part of my trip that feels like a vacation.

Learning Strasbourg

This city has stolen my heart. It's a little big city - cosmopolitan but slightly sleepy, quiet enough in the evenings but with an active night life. The depth of Old Europe and the breadth of postmodern international experience mingle well here. As the largest city in the Alsace region and the seat of the European Parliament and the Council of Europe, Strasbourg has a decidedly international flavor. You can get around here using English, German, the beautiful old Alsatian dialect, even some Spanish.

It's also determinedly French. There are lovely boulangeries and boucheries (bakers' and butchers' shops) on every corner. Even in the supermarkets the foods are amazingly fresh and clearly sourced. The wine and cheese sections are vast and impressive. C'est magnifique!

I didn't buy a bus or a tram pass. You can walk the whole of the town in less than a day, and I can get anywhere I need to go on foot. If I tire of the treks, I can rent a bike on a streetcorner! I haven't done it yet.... stay tuned...

This is a city of churches and canals. You are never lost as long as you can see the water or a church spire. And you can (almost) always see the water or a church spire.

The pace of life is slow enough that nearly everyone will take a moment to help you find your way or answer a question. The professors and representatives from the school have all been accessible and friendly, knowledgable about the region and willing to help us make connections with local students. The experience has been phenomenal so far... I can't believe a week has passed already!

Look forward to upcoming posts that recap my adventures this week in business and pleasure. For the moment, a few pictures to pique your curiosity ;).

Earth Apple: The International Reinvention of a Farmer's Wife

Charlotte's Airport "Farmer's Market"

The French look at the basic potato and see a pomme de terre - an "earth apple." As a farmer and a foodie, I love the simple beauty of that symbolism. Here on the brink of a month of international study in Strasbourg, France, I find peace in the reinvention of this humble veggie with the glorious name... it seems a perfect metaphor for the shifts in perspective I know are coming.

Farmer's Market?

I sit in the Charlotte airport in a classic white front-porch rocking chair beside a kiosk called the "Farmer's Market." Nothing like real farmer's market fare, mostly fruits and veggies trucked in from goodness-knows-where and overpriced organic potato chips - yet another iteration of the pomme de terre. The sustainable farmer in me is highly amused and a little irritated, but I admit my tired bones were glad to see this little rocker so like the one on my front porch. 

I live on a Tennessee Century farm with my husband, "anthronaut farmer" Ted Maclin. We work hard with our friends and managers Jack and Neely to raise sustainable food on a sustainable landscape. You can find us at oak-hill-farm.org if you'd like to know more. The work of a small farmer in trying to grow truly healthy food is all-encompassing these days. We don't just grow food - we market, we advocate, we work to change the current food system... and we hope for better. 

The "Farmer's Market" kiosk aggravates the part of me that knows the dirt and sweat that goes into a real farmer's market table... but as a current international MBA student, I know that the marketing here is good for me, too. The success of this stand - and its central location in a major intersection between terminals - tells me the meme of healthy eating is growing. That's good for us as a society... and it's also good for our tiny business.

In the Eye of the Beholder

The seemingly unremarkable potato is under-appreciated... this simple food can be crafted a million different ways, into expensive gourmet dishes or the down-home Southern meals that I'll miss. Lumpy, misshapen, ugly little thing that it can be, it is also divinely beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 

When we first moved to the farm, our daughter was very small. As we planted our first garden together we painstakingly dug a trench for our new potatoes and showed her how to place them in a neat row, one by one. As we all went to work, Ted and I started talking - and when we got to the end of the row and looked back, our precocious toddler had picked them all up and put them back in the box!

It's all about perspective. As I travel to France for a month of study EM Strasbourg's Summer Business School, I'll keep the Earth Apple blog as a way to explore those changing perspectives.

I'm a complex woman with diverse skill sets - anthropologist, writer, spatial analyst, project manager, archaeologist, farmer, mother, wife. Earth Apple will reflect those perspectives, I'm sure... but it's first and foremost a way to document a singular opportunity on an international scale. Look forward to tourist-y photos, maps, thoughts on international business, and the continued integration of this Earth Apple on a new landscape. Bonjour!