St. Jean de Luz. South of France, fifteen minutes from the Spanish border. This is the view from the top of the house which a member of my church's choir owns. I've been singing with the choir since my first few weeks in Paris for Sunday mass. We went on a four day, two performance "tour" of this city which conveniently fell on my spring break. It took us ten hours to drive down from Paris, but as you can see, it was definitely worth it. I greatly enjoyed getting to see another part of France, and especially getting to know the people in choir better.
Sophia and May, some fellow students, looking out over the water after our arrival.
Then we realized the beach was just down the hill...
Excitement!!
We had about six hours of rehearsal in addition to our two concerts, but we had plenty of time for relaxing on the beach and exploring the town.
These ladies were sitting at the back of the beach. They looked like they were having fun.
This dog was chasing sticks and finally found a huge branch he was trying to burry. And of course this little girl was just adorable.
Hiked up this hill with Lizzie. We thought the little white building would be some pretty old church or something, but alas it was just a boarded up building. But the view was lovely.
We went into town a bit after climbing the hill. They had several great chocolate shops which were all decked out for Easter or "Paques" as it's called in French. We bought painted dark chocolate hens for the ladies who helped organize the trip and for Emma who drove us down. We had much too much fun picking them out.
Here's some shots of the second church we sang in. It was up on this hill in the middle of a little villa surrounded by a golf course. So wonderful to be able to sing in such beautiful places.
View of the graveyard surrounding the church.
Being a part of the choir has been such a blessing to me since I've been here. Having the group has really given me a place to fit in in this big city and given me the opportunity to get to know some great people. Everyone is so gracious and sweet that I never feel like I have to try to make friends with them. I'm in the choir and that is that.There's no contest, no effort. Singing comes free and easy.
We stopped for a roadside picnic on our journey home. Cheese, baguettes, and sunshine. We kept putting off going our separate ways when we returned. No one wanted to go back to real life. :)
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