Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I will walk 5 thousand miles

All right, its true, I am bound to exaggerate. Its only been three miles. I have been walking three miles a day. I start from my house and head toward the "staircase" that leads to Le Corbusier. The stairs feel like one million steps, especially if you climb them after the entire walk. I need an oxygen tank to make it to the top. With so many tourists always around, I find myself embarrassed to be heaving and panting and dripping all the way up the stairs. I will look behind me and check in front of me before I attempt the climb. Then I scurry up the stairs like a rat, often having to stop half way up regardless if anyone can see me, because I'm faint and dizzy. I try to act like I meant to stop and survey the view, when really I'm about to black out from my elevated heart rate. But my pride notwithstanding, it is an amazing walk and for most people, my husband included, the stairs are not a big deal. Le Corbusier  actually has a tripadvisor page you can check out:

 (http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Attraction_Review-g187236-d521060-Reviews-Promenade_Le_Corbusier-Roquebrune_Cap_Martin_French_Riviera_Cote_d_Azur_Provence.html)

This cliff walk takes you around "The Cap" or peninsula of land where I live. Circling toward the beaches that run from Roquebrune to Menton and then into Italy.

The views are breathtaking from every direction, at any time of day.

The narrow path that winds up stairs and down, with the crashing sea at your feet and wild flowers and trees growing where ever they can between you and the water's edge. Throughout the walk, there are staircases (there are always staircases) that lead downward to the sea, allowing you to jump in for a swim in the warm summer months. Just be careful! The rough Med can take you by surprise and dash you against the unforgiving rocks. Even the man who designed the path itself drowned while swimming just off those rocks.

So up and down and over and through, I make this 3 mile hike from my house to the beaches of my town and then I climb home again. My favorite time of day is late afternoon, when the sun is descending, just about to dip behind the mountain where Monaco rests at its feet.

I never tire of the views. Each corner you turn here catches your breath. The sunlight flashing of the water, the rocks jutting out into the sea, the mountains filling the skyline with seagulls laughing in the wind.

Not a bad way to exercise.