This week I interviewed my close
friend, Maggie Sheffield, on her visit to a small French village know as Luc
Sur Mer. It is a small coastal town, which borders the English Channel, in
North France; about 35 minutes form the larger city of Caen.
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Ms. Maggie went there for a foreign exchange program for
school before she entered college. “It was a neat little town,” she said, “It
had lots of good sea food! Their scallops were very good, and had this pinkish
colored meat inside of them. There was plenty of good music and small markets.”
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“The
tides there were amazing, they would receded to the length of a football field
or pier length!” she described, giving me a vision of one minute there was an
ocean at your beach, and then the next nothing but beach. It is because of
these tides that a small town attraction and legend of sorts was created. The
La maison de la baleine, or “the house of the whale”, is a brick building that
holds a sort of tribute and museum of the town and has nice old story. Back in
the year of the early 1900’s the great receding tides the town possesses
shifted back as usual only this time to reveal a huge dead whale hidden beneath
the water. Well, the town’s folk stripped the carcass and used it as best they
could and hauled the skeleton up the beach and built a brick house around it to
keep it. Today the whale sits just outside its little home and the house and he
still stand and serve as a museum of sorts.
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My
friend went on to tell me about the really old cathedral that was there, the
Basilica Beatae Mariae de la Delivrande. “It’s not the biggest or grandest as
far as cathedrals go, but I thought it was beautiful. There used to be another
much larger cathedral in Caen, but it was obliterated during WW2 by the bombs.
However in Luc Sur Mer, not but 35 minutes from that location, that church was
not touched. Not a single scratch. It did not have to have any renovations or
rebuilding to it after the war, so it’s the original church as it was when it
was built way back in the day.
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Maggie
then told me about her experience being a foreign exchange student. “It is a
small town where everyone knows everyone else, like Ashland (VA) here.” She
said. “It was so neat being the ONLY American in that whole town. That’s what I
remember the most. They would want to try and talk to me in American, as
apposed to just regular English. I had no idea there was a difference.” She
said. “They would ask me to say things, say something American and I would ask,
‘like what?’” to which I smartly replied to her, “Howdy Y’all!” she chuckled
and continued. “They would say, “describe what you see around you,” and I
would, and they would all be fascinated, and all I was doing was describing the
sand and little fish,” she smiled, “It made me feel special.” She said. “They
all assumed that because I was American that I would have a bad taste in food,
that I would not like French cuisine, but in truth I already had loved it, and
had had things similar back home. So this at first was a little insulting, but
I soon changed their view. I ate everything I was given and loved it all. “This
may not be what you are used to” they would say.” Funny how stereotypes can
catch up to us all isn’t it? Even to the most well rounded, humbled and
educated ones as well like my friend. But the family she stayed with was very
good to her and she made friends and forever remembers her stay in this small
town.
So
if you are looking for an authentic experience where you will get the greatest
stories of all, throw yourself out there, where you can teach and be taught. Be
uncomfortable, lost and insulted, because you will soon make the greatest of
friends, memories and feel the best about yourself
After I thanked her for her interview she added one last
thing, “Oh, and they had big snails…And white cows!” she chuckled. I smiled,
“Aww white cows!” we both like cows.
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