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Where our viewers are. The redder the country, the more views; the paler, fewer views.

Where PlanB Tour viewers are. The redder the country, the more views; the paler, fewer views.

We are back home in Portland, Oregon. We’ve decided to return to Plan A for awhile, so this will be our last blog post for Plan B Tour (v1). We decided to write this blog for friends and family. Given the wonders of technology, we’ve learned that more people are reading this than we know personally. This is what we found out about you as a group. As of today, (April 28, 2015) there have been 8,920 views from 96 countries!

Spring blooms.

Spring blooms.

For those of you who don’t know us personally, here’s a little bit more. Jim is a retired firefighter. He has a daughter, son, and four grandkids. He also spends time doing construction projects and volunteer work. Megan works in higher education and will be pausing her retirement training as soon as she finds a job. In this year, she has perfected the recipes for key lime pie, granola, and oatmeal raisin cookies. She is looking forward to singing again with her local choir. Both of us are active, spending time outdoors and practicing conditioning. In case you didn’t notice from our previous posts, we love to eat, walk, people watch, swim and read.

In returning to Portland, we’ve been able to see our home with a fresh perspective. It is a great city and stands up well against the finest places that we visited. Here are eight of the things we love about Portland:

  1. Our family and friends live here.
  2. It is a green city with many parks.
  3. The food is fantastic whether you are looking at restaurants, markets, food carts, or grocery stores.
  4. Getting around is easy. The city is walkable, drivers are courteous to a fault, and public transit is extensive.
  5. Easy access to natural playgrounds such as the Cascade Mountains, the Oregon Coast, and the Columbia Gorge.
  6. Environmental awareness is high.
  7. Presence of art and entertainment.
  8. Good coffee.
A block from where we live. There are 70+ miles of hiking trails right outside our back door.

A block from where we live. There are 70+ miles of trails right outside our back door.

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Lost in Gambetta

We wrote this story a few months ago for the kids in our family. It was so much fun that we now want to share it with the rest of you. Scroll down to keep reading about our fateful trip to Gambetta.

Our train from Paris to Northern Italy.

Our train from Paris to Northern Italy.

Halfway through our one-month stay in Paris we got a call from Jim’s friend in Italy. Anton asked if we could give him a hand moving his parents from their large family home to a small apartment closer to him. We agreed. We had cut Italy from our travel plans due to budget. With Anton providing train tickets and housing for us, we jumped at the chance to go affordably. Anton works in the restaurant business so we also knew the food would be the best.

We packed lightly; in just a few days we would be back in Paris. We picked up our tickets at the station for the overnight trip to Italy. We were amused that Anton had secured first-class seats for us.

Sunset from the train

Sunset from the train

Our train wound its way south and east through France as the sun set. We had a home-made picnic dinner of bread, cheese, and vegetables topped off with the last of Megan’s homemade apple cobbler. We took advantage of our first class full bathroom to wash up and then went to bed in our fully-reclined wide seats. Thank you, Anton!

Deluxe first-class seats, folded into beds for the night.

Deluxe first-class seats, folded into beds for the night.

The train slowed as we began climbing into the French Alps. Around midnight we awoke. The train had stopped moving. No stops were scheduled until dawn so this was unexpected. Other passengers were beginning to stir. We went to look in the back of the car at a map showing our progress. We were in Gambetta. In our tour book, Gambetta was mentioned as a small independent municipality on the border. Neither of us had ever heard of Gambetta before.

Lighted map in the train, indicating we were stopped at Gambetta. Where is Gambetta?

Lighted map in the train, indicating we were stopped at Gambetta. Where is Gambetta?

A conductor came through our car and made an announcement in French and again in Italian. He turned to leave the car. Perhaps noticing our perplexed look, he took pity on us and repeated the announcement in English.

Our friendly train conductor

Our friendly train conductor

He said the train had been redirected to Gambetta by the government. All passengers were to bring passports and report to customs. He suggested we dress warmly for the cold mountain air on the unheated train siding.

The crowd leaving the train at Gambetta; their frosty breath turning into fog.

The crowd disembarking with frosty breath.

We bundled up and and left the train in a crowd. Hung over the siding platform was a sign with a gigantic letter G in a coat of arms. Below the “G” the sign said, “Welcome to Gambetta, Land of Light and Dreams.” It was cold outside and our breath frosted into mist. Several hundred passengers disembarked with us and headed toward the station house. Our collective breath seemed to gather in a glittering fog. As we walked along, the concrete deck gave way to luminous glass panels. The light from the panels merged with the reflecting crystals of our breath and we seemed to pass through and over light.

The other passengers disappearing into the brilliant fog.

The other passengers disappearing into the brilliant fog.

We walked into the station through three great arches forming a wall covered in mirrors. The effect was brighter than full sun, but diffuse, as if light was coming from everywhere. The other passengers moving with us appeared as shadows all exhaling puffs of frozen crystal breath.

Tables and chairs, seemed below our feet in the mirrored floor.

Tables and chairs, seemed below our feet in the mirrored floor.

As we went through the arches, the floor turned into mirrors. The warmer air from the station caused the fog and its illumination to vanish. We could now see ourselves reflected in the mirrored floors. We noticed chairs and tables in the reflection below our feet. We felt strangely upside down.

Looking up, the tables and chairs were actually suspended from the ceiling.

Looking up, the tables and chairs were actually suspended from the ceiling! This added to our feeling of being upside down.

Ahead of us, a man in a uniform was waving. Was he waving us to his booth? Below in the mirror I could see hundreds of passengers walking. I looked up and saw the ceiling covered with tables and chairs. I stopped and looked back; the other passengers were gone.

Gambetta Customs Agent offering us chocolates. Yum!

Gambetta customs agent offering us chocolates. Yum!

The man in the uniform continued to wave us over. He ushered us into his booth and told us to sit. “Passports please!” he exclaimed. In return for documents, he offered us a plate of chocolates.

On looking at our passports, he spoke, “Yes, well, I see…. Now, what brings you to Gambetta and how long do you propose to stay?”

We tried to explain our situation but couldn’t with our mouths full of chocolate and bad accents. He waved a hand for silence and said, “Impossible!” Then he stamped our passports, issued each of us a napkin and ushered us out before we could say anything else.

Custom agent cycling into the night fog.

Custom agent cycling into the night fog.

We walked to the front of the station. All of the ticket windows were closed. The arrival and departure boards were shuttered. We heard a door close behind us. Our customs agent, pushing a bicycle, locked his door and pedaled into the night ringing a bell as he passed us.

To keep warm, we walked the rest of the night. Gambetta is a small town, I mean country. We passed most of the streets twice. One unseen dog barked at us. Dawn found us at the town hall reading community postings. There were signs for rooms to rent, jobs at bakeries, a notice for a yodeling concert, and eggs for sale.

Special delivery, 'Par Pigeon!'

Special delivery, ‘Par Pigeon!’

A fluttering noise caused us to turn around. At our feet was a pigeon. The bird dropped an envelope and waited expectantly, watching us with one eye. We offered pocket crumbs from sources unknown as payment. After a sidewalk meal, the bird flew off. The tiny envelope was addressed to “M+J.” The return address was simply, “Anton”.

I carefully opened the envelope to find a single sheet of paper.

Dearest M+J-

Word has come to me that your train has become impassable in both directions. Such are the hazards of traveling in the mountains.

I have taken care of my Mama and Papa, so do not worry about that. You must now continue your journey and return to Paris. Please be at the Gambetta North Gate at noon today. I am sending some small help for your safe return.

-Anton

We spent the morning in the sun at the Edith Piaf cafe.

We spent the morning in the sun at the Edith Piaf cafe.

We spent the morning at a cafe enjoying croissants, cafe creme, and tea.

The "little help" that Anton sent turned out to be his niece, Adalie, on her stalwart pony.

The “small help” that Anton sent turned out to be his niece, Adalie, on her stalwart pony.

We were at the North Gate by noon. As the church bells were marking the midday, Anton’s young niece, Adalie, came riding up on an Icelandic pony. Adalie said, “Come, follow me. I have a bit of food for the trip and sleeping rolls.”

Enjoying Paris once again.

Enjoying Paris once again.

Under her guidance, we returned to Paris the next day and continued our journey as we left it.

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* (While none of the events described here have happened the authors do not consider this a piece of fiction. These events simply have not occurred yet).  

Right?

Right?

Megan’s Cloud Atlas

I often find myself looking up at the sky. Day and night, the show of textures and colors is ever present. Almost everyone likes a sunny day. Almost everyone has gazed at the stars and moon. Sunsets and sunrises are renown for their displays. However, clouds are often underappreciated for their beauty and drama.

In the last year, we’ve spent countless hours looking up. Only a few of our cloud pictures have appeared on Plan B Tour. Now is the time to pull back the curtain and show them all off. Clouds are whimsical, miraculous, and dynamic. As Gavin Pretor-Pinney says, they are also the most egalitarian of nature’s displays because we all can see the sky. Cloud gazing provides a way to slow down, to imagine, and to disconnect from the endless bustle. You can scroll through the cloud pictures below to do just that. If you are moved further, check out the Cloud Appreciation Society and this 10-minute TED talk by it’s founder, or turn off your electronics, head outside and take a look for yourself!