expecting les calanques

This morning I’m taking a little rest from my computer and handing it over to my Aunt Arlene, but before that, here’s some deliciousness I call breakfast.

Yeah the colors aren’t too exciting, but the taste sure was!  Easy peasy shredded apple oats and scrambled eggs.  You probably know custard oats are my thing, but I don’t think Jacob’s a big fan.  So I made both of us happy with oat + eggs on the side.

What was your breakfast this morning?

Time for a hike from Arlene!

Did you catch her last french hike?  Well here’s one more from her trip there this year.  It looks seriously gorgeous, don’t ya think?

Hike: Les Calanques (France)
By Arlene

It has long been a goal of mine to hike the famous cut away cliffs known as the Calanques de Cassis in the south of France. Because I had been dreaming of this for many years, I had developed many expectations of this hike.

View from Calanque de Port-Pin

The views of these Mediterranean fjords met my expectations; there were massive juts of rocky land gapped by deep blue water which, in some places, sparkled with light, and in others, gloomed with deep dark patches.

The wide boulevard at the start of the trail

The trail exceeded my expectations. I loved the contrast on my feet crossing worn (slippery) patches of smooth limestone as well as climbing up and down jagged, weather rock stairs. And the smell was pure bliss—a mélange of pine and sage carried on the warm breezes from the salt water below us.

A rare moment of solitude at the swimming hole

I had not expected all the people we encountered, especially since we were hiking well past the height of the tourist season. There were American running shoes, Swiss hiking boots, and fashionable Italian sandals all making the trek up and down the trails of the Calanques. We started early in the morning, so when we first passed the swimming hole, there were only a couple people on its beach. When we returned later in the day, there were more than twenty people cooling off in the green water or on the shore of the tiny swimming hole.

High above the Mediterranean

We were able to be alone for our lunch which we ate on a pine-shaded perch high above the Mediterranean. I have dreamed of being in this place for years, and it did not disappoint.

Arlene

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