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Rick Steves’ most spiritual places in Europe — and one of my own!

by Renae November 16, 2011

With credit to Wikipedia

Here’s another travel piece worth sharing: Rick Steves’ “Five Most Spiritual Places in Europe.”

From his list, I’d most like to visit Assisi, as I have felt a strong connection to St. Francis from my elementary school years, when I attended a Catholic school in Philadelphia.

I loved being in church singing the song:

Make me a channel of your peace;
Where there is hatred let me please sow love;
Where there is injury, your pardon Lord;
Where there is doubt, true faith in You.

The Sarah McLaughlin version is my favorite; listen to the sample on Amazon and see for yourself!

I’d also like to add a visit to Chartres to my list. I would like to drive toward the town and see the church TOWERING in the far distance, in the same way that pilgrims would have seen it back in medieval times.

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The stuff MY travel dreams are made of

by Renae November 15, 2011

Where shall I go today?

Wow — this article called Living in Paris – The Great Escape reads like the life of my dreams!

But wait — it’s not that I want to “escape” and leave my “hum-drum” life behind; that’s not what motivates me. By this stage in life, I’ve learned that the chickens are NOT always fatter, the bugs are NOT always fewer, and the heat is NOT always less blistering on the “other side.” Whatever problems I have now will surely follow me no matter where I live, as “where I live” is not really the issue; where I live and what I do are not what drive me to want to travel.

In fact, just today I read and shared on my Facebook wall a quote by Dale Carnegie that speaks to this very matter:

“It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing, that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.”

What drives me to travel is the desire to EXPERIENCE and SEE the world! I want to learn about other cultures … experience life as others experience it … meet people who live differently than I do. I want to SEE, HEAR, SMELL, TOUCH, and TASTE the world!

My “hum-drum” life will come with me, I’m sure. I’ll still be working as a freelance writer and editor. I’ll still have my loved ones–my husband and kids–by my side. I’ll still be “me” inside, but I’ll be that person and do those things with the people I love, but somewhere else!

Oh, reader, let me tell you, when I read this article, I almost swooned, so strong is the desire to travel. I could absolutely imagine doing the things the author wrote about:

  • Visiting out-of-the-ordinary places
  • Savoring, sipping, shopping!
  • Strolling cobblestone streets
  • Retiring where life is affordable, the bread and wine cheap and plenty 🙂
  • Strolling farmer’s markets to hear the sounds of a tongue I barely know or am just learning
  • Buying health insurance for $1,500 a year?!? (That one is a bit hard to imagine!)
  • Darting to the beach one weekend, and across the Pyrenees (with a stop for skiing!) on the way to Spain the next

And it’s not just Paris I’m interested in. I’d like to experience life in many places, too many to name. I imagine doing home exchanges in the summers, when the kids are off from school, spending a month or two in another country while another family spends the time in our home here in the States.

Ah, yes….

This is the stuff that MY dreams are made of…. 🙂

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Why I’m a Writer

by Renae July 9, 2009

The Shape of Happy Memories
By Renae Gregoire

Dateline: Freshman Year in College, 1994
“Wake up, class!” Professor Harrison boomed jovially, quickly clapping his hands twice by his right ear, as if clapping would jostle the remnants of sleep from our bleary, first-period eyes. He held that pose long enough to take in the sea of tired faces staring back, his posture ramrod straight, his chin pointed high, his hands in wait as if he would, at any moment, clap again and break out in a Salsa. When the soft buzz of chitchat and rustling backpacks grew dim, Professor Harrison relaxed, bringing his hands and attention to the papers on his podium. The clapping was over, for now at least.

We waited. In his large-rimmed black glasses, a neatly buttoned baby blue Oxford and color-coordinated, wrinkle-free navy slacks, he appeared the very picture of intelligence, poise and confidence, a look that complemented his rococo speaking-style and thick Caribbean-tinged British accent. “Today,” he continued, his strong voice full of energy and passion, “We shall plumb the depths of Shakespeare’s wonderful Hamlet; I am sure all of you have read it by now and are prepared to share your thoughts, yes?” Without waiting for a response to his rhetorical question, he breathed on, “Very well then; let us begin.”

That memory and many strong others surrounding Professor Harrison have been, for the past 15 years, the driving force behind my desire to learn and teach. I see him pushing a rickety cart filled with his very own precious copy of the Oxford English Dictionary; sharing his love of etymology while writing with flourish on the board; encouraging us to think critically rather than to simply regurgitate content.

As I consider my personal literacy narrative, I wonder: why did Professor Harrison leave such a lasting impression on me? Why has he become a legend in my own mind?

Dateline: Youth through High School, 1970s to 1984
Other than a handful of blurry memories, the image of how my early literacy developed is dark–although in reflection, it is a darkness that speaks. I see my mother, reading in her worn, golden-toned armchair, feet tucked beneath her slim legs, glasses perched on her petite nose, a steaming cup of tea cooling on the table to her side. I also see my parent’s tall, tall glass bookshelf that, to my then-tiny self, seemed to reach to the sky. Top to bottom, those shelves overflowed with a potpourri of science fiction, history and reference books, many of which, like my dad’s “Odd Book of Data,” I took with me when I left home.

I see Mr. Black, my seventh and eighth grade English teacher, smiling at me in his dapper suit, neatly trimmed mustache and shiny dress shoes. He called me “congenial” and said I had a nice smile. I was surprised and more than very pleased when he asked me to write a column for the middle school paper. I had never thought of writing–or teachers–as anything particularly special before then.

I see my tenth grade English teacher, Mr. Lombard, a lean, graying, distinguished fellow, rolling up his sleeves and, with relish, teaching me words that I loved (and still love) to roll on my tongue: ubiquitous, epitome, zenith. And although her name is forgotten, I also see my eleventh grade English teacher, a cute, pixie of a lady with a flowing, colorful skirt, a bob haircut and a warm, friendly smile: she is reading my Beowulf poem aloud to the class. I am so proud! After all, this is honors English; and I am surrounded by so many senior hunks! She even wanted to submit my poem to a literary publication, although my sieve of a memory doesn’t recall if it ever happened.

Dateline: Today
In hindsight, it is not surprising that my high school report card, which my mother unearthed when I went back to college ten years later, is heavily peppered with Cs alongside a smattering of As, Bs and Ds–the As and Bs in English classes, the rest in just about everything else. When I first saw it again after all those years, I was embarrassed; I thought I had been a better student than that.

And now, in reflection, I also recognize why I so enjoyed and even idolized Professor Harrison, my first period professor in my first semester going back to school after ten years: he, an English professor who obviously loved his subject, brought me back to those happy memories from long ago–good times with good books and good grades, being praised and recognized by passionate, confident, happy English teachers who seemed to like me and themselves, just as I, too, would like to do and be. I also suspect this is why I have now returned to English, with a desire to teach and positively impact others, many years–and many detours–later.

[Note: This is a literacy narrative I wrote for a class I’m taking.]

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