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  Emily

Thanks Most of All

Thanks to three exceptional women, without whom the 2010 CCVA tour would not be possible.

Thanks so much to Mrs. Ann Ellis, our extraordinary accompanist; to our fearless leader Mrs. Marge Campbell, who this year more than any in memory worked so hard behind the scenes to maintain the quality experience that Chester County Voices Abroad has come to take for granted; and to Ms. Florence Crews, who always tends so quickly to the tiniest of details. The tour wouldn't be the same without you!

Though I just had to find a context for this picture, it wouldn't really be fair, and Mrs. Campbell would be the first to acknowledge that behind every successful women there is usually if not always a strong and supportive man. To Mr. Terry Campbell, thanks so much for your ever present wit and wisdom.

The gift that you each has given all of us who traveled to France this year is never about dollars and cents, can hardly be described and can never be repaid. Thank you all so much. Each of you, along with CCVA, hold a very special place in my heart.

Thanks to You!

Thanks so much to traveling companion #1 and roommate extraordinaire, Lisa. I surely would not have made the trip without you. There was story time and giant cups of water in Paris; being scared by our loud wakeup calls; being attached at the hip until thought of as one person ... you made this trip so great for me. I owe CCVA so much for bringing us together and giving me the gift of one of my best friends. Thanks for a wonderful four years. Here's to the next four and more!

Thanks to another pair of roommates, Emily and Meghan. You girls made this trip so much fun for me, and I'm so glad I got to know you both better during our two weeks together. It really wouldn't have been the same without you. I miss you already!

And what would a CCVA tour be without a few good men? John and Carter, perhaps the most photogenic of the 45 of us, always made delightful company too. John, you always found a way to make me smile on the trip. Carter, we're basically the same person. Sure, Lisa and I are still the best pair of roomates, but you guys are pretty awesome, too. ;)

And last but not least, a very special "shout out" to Mary Grace for exceptional camera work and her invaluable contribution to this blog! I wish you had been able to be on our bus. Thanks so much for taking such great concert pictures for me. You're the best!

Going Home Again

Thoughts of packing up, dealing with arrival and departure minutia: keeping tickets and passports at the ready, making connections, negotiating customs and baggage claims are sometimes daunting. But why worry, when we're traveling with the well oiled, touring maching we affectionately know as CCVA?

OK .... OK. There was this one time when a certain roommate figured out that she had thrown out her return ticket to Newark, but why bring it up now? After all, Lufthansa knew who was in our group. We did make it onto the plane and everything did turn out all right, even though it did take us a little while to chill out, Lisa!

Armed once again with Benadryl, I slept during the entire flight home. It was a little bit of a shame, considering that there were some wonderful in-flight movies to choose from, but the plane ride certainly went by quickly! We arrived at Newark airport thrilled to be back in America, where all the signs were in English first, but already missing the wonderful experiences we had while in France.

I was happy to be home for many reasons. I was looking forward to getting together with my friends and sharing my stories. I was even looking forward to getting back to work at Barnes and Noble! But most of all, I was looking forward to seeing my family. My parents had intended to come on the trip again this year, but due to family circumstances, they were forced to withdraw from the trip. I missed not having them with me; they would have loved France. But hopefully, with the memories and pictures I brought home, it will feel as though they had been there!

To say that driving away from everyone, having returned to the Saints Simon and Jude parking lot was sad, is to state the obvious, but it wasn't goodbye. I knew that a week later, we would be seeing each other again as we gave our return concert. I do have to say that I really was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again!

Finales and Farewells

First thing on our agenda this morning was a thirty minute concert at the most well known and iconic cathedral in France, Notre Dame de Paris. Though our schedule didn’t allow for much exploration of the cathedral itself, let alone time to hunt for Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame, the group marveled at this quintessential example of gothic architecture (it was one of the first structures to utilize flying buttresses) and could scarcely comprehend that we were were about to give a concert here.

Our last concert was a difficult one, given the echo within the church and the lag time between created by the placement of the choir and the distance to the organ, but we overcame these challenges and left the cathedral knowing that our mission as CCVA had been accomplished. We gave wonderful concerts and touched lives with our music.

After changing back at the hotel, we traveled by bus to the Museé D’Orsay, the Impressionist art museum. The itinerary for the day couldn’t have been better. We woould be seeing Monet’s paintings of the very gardens we had visited the previous day. Once used as a train station, the museum is a beautiful experience, in and of itself.

Impressionist art is a "trip" for the brain. Up close, it is difficult to distinguish anything at all of such paintings. Lines and dots of color all blur together. But as one steps away from the painting, the dots and lines merge into more than themselves to create something extraordinary: a glimpse of a moment in time. There is just as much attention to detail in an Impressionist painting as in Realism, if not more so, and the emotion in Impressionist painting is just as clear. We had a wonderful afternoon taking it all in.

After freshening up and changing, we embarked on our last evening in Paris. We began with dinner on the Eiffel Tower: truly an amazing experience. We crammed into the elevators that took us to the first floor and had a wonderful meal together as a group, already beginning to discuss our fondest memories of the past two weeks. What a fantastic trip and what a great dinner with which to end it.

We took some time to gaze over the city of Paris before heading back down and taking a boat cruise of the Seine River. We passed many of the sights we had seen over the past three days in Paris, and remarked at how different and beautiful they looked lit up in the night. As we pulled back in to depart, we were treated to the beautiful sight of the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the night sky (it sparkles every hour on the hour once it gets dark).

We returned to our hotel energized by the great night we had shared together, yet a little saddened, knowing that we were all heading back to our rooms to pack for our flight the next morning. To say that these past two weeks were special would be an understatement. Yes, it had been the same trip I took with CCVA five years ago, but it had been an entirely different, unique experience: another never to be forgotten.

Monet and Music

Up bright and early this morning, it was another stunning day for the hour and a half bus ride to Giverny, the home and gardens of Impressionist artist Claude Monet.

My 2006 visit had been the stimulus for a presentation to my high school French class on Monet and his visionary style. I had been able to combine a few notes from Art History with a little français and my very own pictures from this place. I was anxious to return with wider, sharper eyes.

The gardens were filled with so many different kinds of beautiful flowers, and it was nice to have the time to take a leisurely walk through them. As we passed by the now famous water lily gardens that Monet painted so often, it struck me again how revolutionary Monet and the Impressionists were - how they painted things not as they were in reality but how they were seen in their minds' eye. Monet painted the same pond hundreds of times, yet each painting was unique. His use of color and light were extraordinary, and it was wonderful to be in the place where his genius came to fruition.

As I reflect on the "reality" of nature and "impressions" of it, I recall a discussion during my intro. course in Theology at Villanova. When any person, regardless of his or her faith tradition views a beautiful painting, especially by an artist as accomplished as Monet, none doubts the existence of its author, the artist. Yet, in society today, so many hold the view that the "composition" that inspires the painting exists simply by coincidence, an "accident of nature," no author, artist required, just a set of random events. For me, at least, the beauty of this place is powerful proof of the existence of God.

My Photo Reality

His Painting Impression

My Photo Reality

His Painting Impression

Our free afternoon went by quickly, with lunch, perfume shopping for me and my mom, and even a quick nap! Soon, it was time for our concert at the American Church, which has several magnificent choirs and is widely known as sponsor of a wide variety of choral and cultural programs. The extra rest must have done the choir a world of good, because the evening's concert was clearly the best of the tour!

Knowing that we had given a good performance, we headed back to the hotel for the evening, excited to “sleep in” the next morning until 8 a.m. I can’t believe that this has become an operative definition of "sleeping in!" Even more so, I couldn’t believe that the next day would be our last in France. These two weeks have flown by!

Palaces and Paintings

We awoke to another beutiful morning and rode the bus to one of my favorite places, Versailles. The night before, Lisa and I had listened to the soundtrack of the French musical, Le Roi Soleil (the plot is based on the life of King Louis XIV who had Versailles built), so we were both even more excited to visit the palace.

Walking up to Versailles’ golden gates never ceases to completely amaze me. I can’t even imagine living on such expansive grounds, let alone having the means to create them! Each room was more fascinating and elaborately decorated than the next, but my favorites will always be the hall of mirrors, with its many chandeliers and Marie Antoinette’s bedroom, with its pink, delicately detailed bed coverings. The interior design here is a little too elaborate for my tastes, with intricately patterned fabrics often lining the walls, but the regal beauty of the rooms cannot be denied.

Although the palace itself is remarkable enough, my absolute favorite part of the Versailles experience is the visit to its gardens. The second time I visited Versailles was when I was studying abroad in London last year. When I visited then, it was February; the trees were without their leaves, there were no flowers planted, and everything looked stark and a bit sad. That was not the case this time around, and we stepped out onto the back steps of the palace for a tremendous view of the fountains and topiaries along with the palace’s truly expansive lake that seems to stretch on for miles.

In my opinion, it is one of the most beautiful views I have seen. We walked through the gardens to reach the bus, which took us back to the hotel to get ready for our second concert at La Madeleine.

To me, the façade of La Madeleine has never seemed to be what a church of its stature should look like. The building’s architecture lends itself much more to being a judicial building and is much more reminiscent of a temple than of churches commonly associated with European style. However, its interior speaks for itself, with its large altarpiece depicting Mary Magdalene being carried up to heaven by angels. The Renaissance art here is beautiful. What a gorgeous place in which to sing!

After our concert, we changed, had a quick dinner, and visited the Louvre, an Art History student’s paradise. The minute we walked into the main lobby, I began to recall all the essays and projects that my Academy classmates and I worked on in Art History. At the time, the artists and paintings were only words and pictures in a textbook. But since then, traveling with CCVA has allowed me to visit the very places where the artists stood, see and in some cases touch their work!

Before I knew it, I was again face to face with one of my favorite sculptures: the winged victory statue from the Hellenistic period of Grecian art.

I was thrilled to be able to share the story of the statue with my friends. Actually, the statue used to be a fountain, which created the first documented piece of dramatic art, involving all the senses to evoke emotion. I can’t exactly say why it’s one of my favorite pieces, but I think it’s stunningly beautiful.

We moved through a gallery of religious paintings and icons before reaching one of the most famous pieces of art in the Louvre, the Mona Lisa. In my opinion, the experience is rather anticlimactic, since the painting is so much smaller than many imagine. It is almost as if her iconic smile is one of taunting, watching the faces of semi-disappointed museum patrons as they realize that her portrait isn’t as glamorous as they had expected. Regardless, it’s an incredible feeling to stand so close to such an important part of Art History; perhaps it is true that great things come in small packages.

After seeing the Mona Lisa, I visited some of my other Art History favorites like Medusa’s Raft and The Coronation of Napoleon. After about an hour in the museum, a fraction of the time you truly need to see even the highlights, we went back to the hotel in the hopes of getting enough sleep before another early wakeup call!