A little taste of home, right in the middle of France

Perhaps I have had the chance to see mountains in the past, but I certainly don't remember. It could be, though, that the view of the Mountains in Grenoble has erased any and all prior memories. To be able to simple gaze upon the snow-dusted peaks through your windows, at any time the feeling strikes, is completely and absolutely incredible. To climb one, however, is a different story. The going on the way up is tough, and for a city girl, not exactly agreeable. But the feelings of elation (both at the view and the conclusion of the hike) and accomplishment that arrive once the goal is reached overcome the past emotions of exhaustion and defeat. The view is stunning, and one is able to truly say that they've climbed a mountain, and a french mountain, no less.

Just a bit removed from the splendor of these towering masses lies the center of Grenoble. The typical stores can be found here, just like the ones in Nantes, but then there are little treasures all in-between the clichés. The chocolate shops are fascinating an mouthwatering, like always, but are surrounded by an aura of uniqueness. The self-owned boutiques stand out much more than the chain-stores, simply because of their little quirks and oddities. there is much hustle and bustle in this busy part of town, but a sense of history and originality is maintained.

While the architecture and landscape truly resonated with me, it was definitely the people who made the deepest impact. People who reminded me of home, but encouraged my love of France at the same time. Spending time with them taught me that I should live out my desires while they are possibilities, like seizing all I can here in France, but to also remember my roots, and first loves.