What a fortuitous meeting I had today at the most unlikeliest of places; a bus stop.
Let me set the scene.
Today was a very chilly -12 Celsius Thursday in Calgary. I had just finished my doctor's appointment and was headed to university. Having just missed the bus (of course!) I resigned myself to a 20 minute wait in the cold "shelter", shivering away and scolding myself for not walking a little faster.
An elderly lady came inside the bus stop to wait with me. I usually have my ear buds on but not this time. Perhaps it was just so cold that it didn't come to mind. We got to talking about the ridiculousness of Calgary's weather and had a good laugh about it.
She pointed at my knapsack and asked if I was university bound. After saying yes, we started to talk about my courses. I mentioned I was taking art history and her eyes lit up. Turns out she was an art major and studied art textiles in Europe when she was my age! She had a distinct accent but I couldn't quiet place where she came from. I would never have guessed she's a Brit who lived in France and both accents married each other quiet well. We talked about the Royal Academy, 18th and 19th century European artists, the rococo period, architecture and all the art eye candy in Europe. (I can't believe I didn't bring up the Renaissance!)
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Ever since taking art history this semester, I have been bit hard by the travel bug. After extensively studying art from Florence, Venice, Rome, France, Netherlands, Great Britain, etc., it's no wonder I imagine myself immersed in the deliciousness of the European culture.
Anyway, the point she kept on hammering to me was: Go to Europe. If you want anything to do with the arts, you need to go and see it for yourself. "To have your nose against it."
How true! There have been signs everywhere, but no one, especially not someone who has lived and travelled all of Europe and back AND studied art, has told me to my face that I need to go to Europe.
If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is.