A post about Aix-les-Bains is something that I had contemplated a thousand times. Since when I google search Aix-les-Bains there was nothing much about it, not much write ups. I rehearsed in my memory what I will write that would land to be published in a travel magazine. Until days, weeks, months have passed and this dream remains a dream. Up until now. I let it go. Maybe it will happen one day. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter. Oppss, it does matter, of course!
I have a confession to make. I dream of having a post be featured in a travel magazine. Modesty aside I think I have talents in taking photographs (I only need to be discovered! hahaha) – especially when it comes to landscape. I am a fan myself :P. Though when it comes to writing I am still very elementary I think. I hope to be promoted to high school soon! :P. I dream of reaching a level where I can write a kind of prose and descriptions where I can bring my audience, our dear readers to make them feel that they’ve been to a place even if they have not been. It’ll probably take a looOng time to make it happen. I need mooOre practice or reach a thousand posts maybe before I could do that.
However, whatever, wherever: Aix-les-Bains is a dream come true. In fact, up until now my Aix-les-Bains photo remains intact in my facebook profile. To constantly remind me: that Dreams Do Come True. Even if you’re not conscious about your dreams :D. Living in Aix-les-Bains is a realization of a dream. It was my dream to live in a city where mountains and lakes are within reach. Aix-les-Bains did it. There were days I trek to a nearby mountain just to have a glimpse of the snow forming from a distant bigger mountain. I love looking at the different colors of leaves of trees during autumn. It’s just lovely. Everyday I cycle to Lake du Bourget and watch the ducks and swans quietly swimming in the lake. I would sit in the bench and would – people watch :). I gaze at the boatmen anchoring their boats from the other side of the lake. I listen to the sound of my foreign surrounding who wholeheartedly welcome and accepted me without reservation. My soul is at peace. I am at rest. Any worries just fade away. The sight of the breathtaking surrounding would eventually dissolve my homesickness.
One day on my trek to the mountain, I met a woman. Perhaps in her 60s as she’s a retiree who worked in Geneva. She hardly speaks English so we speak in French, I managed to speak to her in my broken French. I learned she decided to go back to Aix-les-Bains and sold her flat in Geneva because she prefers the quiet peaceful life in Aix-les-Bains. So her routine everyday is to walk with her dog. And just enjoy life. Make small travel when money and time allows her.
Aix-les-Bains is a commune, a city in Savoie, Rhone Alpes Region in the south-east of France.Aix-les-Bains is known for its thermal spa. ‘Aix’ comes from a Latin word which literally means ‘water’. There are also few casinos in Aix-les-Bains. The city to me looks like a resemblance of Paris. Except Aix-les-Bains is definitely cleaner. I could see that Aix-les-Bains is not a backpacker’s hub. It’s a little bit pricey. I didn’t see any guesthouse or hostel. Some visiting tourists I have bumped in were from Annecy or Grenoble.
How did I know about Aix-les-Bains? I didn’t even know there is such that exist in France. I thought it was just a coincidence when my host in Epernay for WWOOFing I did not hear eventually. And a fellow Japanese American WWOOFer from the Chateu de Sacy shared with me a link of the possibility of doing some work while traveling. That’s where I found Aix-les-Bains. Yet, who on Earth would choose me to be an English tutor to a college boy when in fact I am not even a native English speaker!? Just my two cents, perhaps it’s the way I build rapport that makes people easily trust me.
I remember I was on a flight bound to Athens from Singapore where we had an 8-hour stop over in Doha. I had chance to befriend the lady sitting to my left. She was from Perth going to Barcelona. We were both chatty and for the entire flight we hardly slept. There were always a lot to talk about. We were like old friends who have not seen for a long time and needs a lot of catching up! 😛 I never forget what Kate told me: “Mafey you have this kind of gift that enables you to connect to people easily. You have a very strong positive energy. I can feel it. I am a massage therapist so I a can tell. Cultivate it. It’ll bring you more success!” In my mind, I told her, are you really a massage therapist? Not a fortune teller? Hahaha. That joke doesn’t seem fitting. Thank you that my lips can be zip right away when the invisible scanner would warn – it isn’t appropriate to the situation. She was serious and I felt her ingenuity when she said it. I was quiet for a moment. Trying to absorb fully what she just said. Then I responded, Kate, thank you for telling me these things. I will never forget it. The flight attendant would join the conversation from time to time and would give us a lot of food. She was very friendly and accommodating and before we landed she asked us to evaluate her service to us – handed the form and gave her full name, another chatty lady from Hungary :P.
More or less, I write the way I talk. Once I start it flows free-stylish. Then, I would find myself getting off from the topic. When the only message I am attempting to convey is that I became an English tutor not because I speak nor write English excellently but because they find me trustworthy and easy to connect with I think.
While living, working and traveling for a rather short period in Aix-les-Bains is a Dream Come True; I keep Dreaming for a Grandeur One – to have a post that would appear in a travel magazine or maybe in the official magazine of some high end airlines :). Am I too ambitious? Hihi. While things may appear a bit blurry as I am not satisfied with the effort I am doing and the time I am devoting for my inconspicuous blog, inside me is a thin piece of certainty that I am walking towards my goal – not just to live in some of my ideal dream places nor to have a post be published in a travel magazine. The key motivation that fires me to keep a sort of electronic documentation of my travel adventures, other than to serve as a depository of memoirs to share with the public some informative travel related information; aside from an attempt to entertain and post some beautiful landscapes; a relentless practice to write well and discover whatever style of writing I have and how can I improve — the end goal — which is just the beginning — I wish to share plainly — the deep-seated aspiration — is to become a published author.
I have no idea yet how it will happen. I just figured that maybe in future I will take some formal course related to writing and read more about famous people who have done this and that.
I do not think I am weaving a new trail, I imagine walking towards a path where every individual-alike ahead of me has passed this way.
Then, I wake up and realized I was dreaming, dreaming about my dreams :)). Oh, I wake up slightly late for my new work!
Thanks for keeping me company my dear readers. I am on a new phase again and trying to find out where to fit in with my new schedule and routine – the time I have to set aside for blogging. There are so many things I want to write, so many thoughts just comes and slips in a matter of seconds which I forget easily when I didn’t write or journal it. Imagine, I wrote this post 2 weeks ago!
Thanks for being here! Till my next post! 😛