The travelling continues, and after spending Sunday at home with Esther and the children, I am now in Cardiff for a few meetings. The first one is tonight, in Welsh.
Month: September 2014
Faculté Jean Calvin, Aix-en-Provence
I started a Masters in theology at the Faculté Jean Calvin, in Aix-en-Provence. It is a small reformed evangelical seminary, the only one of its kind in France. It is located at the heart of Aix-en-Provence’s campus.
It was good to be there, although I was asking myself why I was there most of the first day.
Aix en Provence Youth Hostel
I sent to Aix en Provence at the end of last week to begin a masters in theology in John Calvin seminary. I had hoped to stay with friends but they couldn’t have me this time, so I decided to stay at the local Youth Hostel.
It was great fun and brought back memories of my travels through the US many moons ago.
It was clean. The room wasn’t too big with only four people. The food was nice. On the first night, there were mainly students, and I had some nice chats. The second night was quieter.
It is easy to find, and bus number 19 that goes past the seminary stops nearby which makes it easy.
If you don’t know where to stay while in Aix, go to the youth hostel. You’ll get decent accommodation for a decent price, and will meet interesting people.
Auberge de jeunesse d’Aix-en-Provence
The countryside is never far
It feels strange living here
I grew up in Vimines, a village about ten minutes drive from where we now live. I went to primary school in Vimines, but spent the first few years of my secondary education in Cognin, the town where we now live, on the outskirts of Chambéry.
Living in the countryside, we often went to Cognin. The church was in Cognin. There was also a small supermarket in Cognin. I played basket ball in Cognin for a few years. It sometime took the bus to Cognin before heading home. But I never actually lived there. Cognin was a small place you had to drive through on your way to the bigger town, Chambéry.
But now I live in Cognin. It is a strange feeling. I feel like I know the place. I can find my way around. The buildings are familiar. But at the same time, I feel like I don’t know the place at all. Strange, and exciting new experience.
People here have a accent too
Having been brought up in the area where we now live, near Chambéry in the French Alps, I never thought people had a specific accent. But after 15 years away I have now noticed that local people have a strong accent. Not sure how to describe it but there is definitely a local accent.