Friends, let me tell you a funny story. Brett Allen and I were those people you see running through the airport–you know the type: flustered, fearful, and freaking out. Our flight in Jacksonville had been delayed, which meant our connecting flight in Chicago for Dublin was going to be tight–really tight. When we landed in Chicago and finally arrived at our gate, we realized that it was, in fact, the wrong gate. At this moment, Brett Allen captured a picture of me, and I think that it completely tells the story of how we both felt:
Well, folks… a million connecting flights later and a bit of misplaced luggage, we finally arrived in Metz, France.
To be frank, I’ve been having difficulties in forming an opinion of this place. I seem to fall short of describing Metz because I’ve been too preoccupied in noting the differences between here and Atlanta. The truth is, when you try to compare any two things, you take a bit of beauty away from both. So, in hopes of experiencing this place to the fullest, I am acknowledging Metz as Metz alone. Here’s what I’ve discovered so far…
- The downhill walk downtown is so full of charm. Each home is individualistic and interesting, each with its own quirks that make me wonder its intentionality or if it’s just how things worked out for its residential area. Either way, it makes the 40-minute trek anything but boring.
2. There are SO many flowers, it’s magical. For each flower I see, my mind wanders to high school English classes comprised of the recitation of lines from the brilliant William Shakespear’s Romeo & Juliet. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” This so pertains to my initial prejudice towards Metz, and my not welcoming it because I thought it was too different. Thankful for self-evaluation!!
3. THE FOOD. We typically indulge in a pizzeria 5 minutes from our dorm, La Boite A Pizza, but we went downtown to seek out an Italian restaurant with all of the glorious fixings: wine, bread, pasta… carbs 😉 We found this little place called Pastabasta, and I would definitely recommend it for a nice, traditional Italian meal in Metz.
olivia jewell 