Friday, April 28, 2017

Nous reviendrons!

We are going Back!


I miss Paris, not every hour or even every day, but I miss Paris and the way every day was an adventure.  Many days were stressful and I failed several times and failed at very small things, the two that come to mind were both centered around an inability to order my food.  I live in Boulder, CO with is a wonderful, wonderful little town.  We make the top 10 list for many things mostly centered around outdoor sports.  We have been in love with Boulder for coming up on nine years and moved here four years ago.  It only took 9 months in Connecticut to know it just wasn't going to work for us.  And we do love it  here, but it is a bit like finally dating that guy you have had a crush on for a year.  He really is cute and sweet and a great boyfriend, but he still isn't perfect and he leaves his clothes on the floor and never unloads the dishwasher and you start to wonder to yourself if the cute guy you had that summer fling with years ago would bring you coffee in bed the rest of your life. I am sure he actually wouldn't.   The trouble with living someplace you use to vacation is living takes work and vacationing takes less. I am so happy to be here and have even had to make some hard choices to stay in Boulder AND have found the most excellent croissant bakery.  I would tell you their name, but much like Boulder too many people already know about it and it is already too busy for my liking.

Sometimes Daniel and I go out to dinner at one of the french restaurants in town and normally half way through a bottle of wine we are deep into a memory and still can't believe the summer even happened.  And by the end of the bottle of wine I taking about how we should already be buying plane tickets.

BUT WE ARE GOING BACK! I am so excited. My french is très mal at this point, actually that may be being generous. My french my be nonexistent at this point. So I have dusted off the pimsler audio cds and they are living in the car at this point. Sadly Rosetta Stone is downloaded onto my old computer which is more useful as a brick than a computer at point.  And the new computer doesn't have a CD drive and I am debating the short term subscription of the new online rosetta stone  things are maybe not progressing as they should.  I also know that how well I can use the language will directly impact the fun of the trip.

Daniel got to go back for two nights two years ago, a job interview that could have resulted in our move to a town an hour out of Paris.  It didn't work out which was disappointing but probably for the best, our daughter was less than a year old and the time wasn't great.  Though I was so jealous of Daniel wondering around our old neighborhood and grabbing dinner on a sidewalk cafe.

The trip is less than two months away and did I mention I was EXCITED!


Même le bébé aimes les croissants




Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Réflexions et Pensées

(Reflections and Thoughts)

Life has been more than a litte crazy since we have landed back in the US of A.  I landed in Kentucky around midnight so I could attend my sister's bridal shower the next afternoon. I was dead on my feet but still managed to be there awake in a dress and even won one of the games.  Since that time we have been to West Virgina to see my parents, North Carolina to see Daniel's parents, New Jersey to see my grandparents,  Pennsylvaina to see friends (when Daniel's office told him we would not start working on Wednesday but on Monday), and then to Fairfiled Connecticut where we are renting a room from a very sweet lady from Craig's List and have found an apartment in Norwalk.

The journey

 Though sadly we will not be able to move into our apartment for another week, for those who have keep track, it will be two weeks here before we more into our apartment, a month since we lived in our own place, and 3 months since we packed up our house and I saw all my things.  It will be close to 4 months since having our dog, between dropping her off before we starting packing and picking her up after my sister's wedding in September, I am sure I owe my parents something really good for Christmas.

Luckily renting a room has been an awesome choice as it feels like we live somewhere and Jill, the lady we are renting from, has a sweet greyhound and two sweet cats.

That would be Star curled up beside me and you can just make out Snickers on the sidewalk.  Lounging in a backyard writing this post is way better than on the Econo Lodge hotel bed.

It seems uncessary to say I miss Paris, but I really do.  I am sure this is amplified in a bit by finding myself once more in a new place right as Paris was becoming comfortable and familiar.  It was a bit of an odd realization that we discovered we going though a bit of culture stock coming back home to our own country.  Our first Super Walmart grocery shopping trip was a bit of a contrast to the open air markets of Paris we had just left.  And while I was super excited to reunited with my mini cooper, if you know me know how much I love my car, it was amazingly odd to start driving again after a two and half month hiatius. I did my first true parallel parking today and despite my short car I was certain I was going to rear end the car behind me.  And while I do enjoy milling my way through used book shelves I can't tell you the joy it brings me knowing I can walk into any new bookstore and know I will find what I am looking for.

It is still occasionaly feels odd ordering in a restruant and not rehersing my order before giving it to the waiter. I find I miss using my french very much.  Don't get me wrong it is wonderful to return to world where I speak the same language as everyone else. I was so excited to banter again I was joking around with the US immigration guy when we landed, I think I made his day too.  I spent two and half years attempting to learn french, the first year of that was before we even had a trip planned.  It was not always the most rigorous of practice but I ran through two different audio tape series, three levels of Rosetta stone, watched french movies, watched american movies in french, read books on french culture, read children's books in french, wrote a blog in french, and annoyed Daniel practing my french daily on him.  It never worked out for me to take a class and I certainly didn't make time everyday and probably not enough time as I should have but I invested a lot of myself in this endevour and it is odd to see all that perparation come to an end.  I don't think I have ever work this hard and this long to choose to learn something before and I find I am at odds with what to do next.  Should I continue to learn french so the next time we go back, and there will be a next time, I will be able to speak at 6 year old level and not a 3 year old, or should I start my focus on our next big trip, I am thinking Italian.  I really enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment when I knew I could be understood and the apperciation and often encouragement I got from those I enteracted with.

I miss the food stalls, Sunday picnics in Luxenburg Gardens, just being a short walk from the Siene at night which provided sights I don't think I would get tired of if I saw them every day for the rest of my life, I miss the cheese, I miss the bread (God do I miss the bread), knowing there was always a new street to turn down and then having some of those same streets become familiar enough I no longer needed a map to cut between them, I miss the more adventure chic world of fashion and wanting to rise to meet it, I miss the french, and I miss that a situation like that requires you to be more adventrous, to be more open, to be more friendly.

These sort of trips are often refered to as once in a life time expereinces and I believe it was and I think in so many more ways than just the longest vacation I will ever take.  It makes me sad because with the flurry of activity since coming home and making a new home it all seems so distance and out of reach.  I think I gained a lot of exposure to things I would like to change about my everyday life to better reflect what I enjoyed about my life while in Paris, it just feels hard to do these things as you are living out of a suitcase and spending half your time driving. I worry I will forget.

This whole post is not to say I am sad it is over, I am, but my joy in having been able to do this trip way out weighs any feelings of loss.  I consider myself very fortunate for the expertise and find a lot of joy recounting the trip here and flipping through my thousands of pictures, which I can not wait to be reunited with my printer so I can bring some of the Paris sights to my Connecticut apartment.

I promise the next post will be shopping.

My City



Thursday, August 9, 2012

La Fin de la Ligne

(The end of the line)

Sorry I am a little late with this we made it back home.  And have been pretty busy with all of the rentering the country, my cheese set off security alarms at the x rays both at Amsterdam and Boston, and the time zones, which has landed me with a bit of sinus/ cold. But I did wanted to finish up the trip for you so I present:

THE END OF AMSTERDAM

More time on a boat!

Because we had not had enough time on a boat between staying on one and the tour yesterday we decided to take another tour of the canals via a paddle boat.

The view from the bow.

You can really see the wind rushing through my hair.. that might be the sunglasses.

I would like to tell you I did an excellent job steering, I did not.  Though Daniel did let me occasional steer and then would take it back from me as we started to crash into a wall, a house boat, a moving boat.  There was one very memorial moment when a pair of guys sitting on the ledge had to pull their legs up as we knocked into the wall below them as a tour boat was honking a aggravated horn at us. Luckily the guys found it funny I don't think the tour boat caption did.

It really was a great way to see the city.


Afterwards we got a drink at Cafe Brecht, a really fun coffee shop that felt like a cozy coffee from home.  I am a huge fan of Parisian cafés but sometimes you just want a quirky cosy coffe shop.  Though neither of us had a coffee, Daniel had a beer and I had rhubarb juice drink, a fun choice.

We decided to enjoy the night on our house boat with some take out indian (not the same as being home) and the BBC's coverage of the Olympics.  So we were in The Netherlands, watching British coverage pulling for American, I mean I have done weirder things.  Though I did cheer when a Dutch woman won gold in the pool

Cheese!

The dutch are known for their cheese at least that is what the dutch tell me.  To fully appreciate this quality cheese we enrolled in a cheese tasting class.  We got to taste six different cheese and learned about the fine art of cheese aging and the proper way to evaluate cheese.  Apparently tasting the cheese is the last of the steps of evaluating cheese, Daniel and I just ate twice as much cheese.

Our instructor signing our cheese tasting certificates.

If you can tell there is a cheese guillotine in front of me, this seems to be the proper way to slice cheese.  This would also be where I obtained the problematic cheese, each security team let me keep it, it just apparently looked like a bomb in my bag.

I'm so proud.

It kept promising to rain, but we got lucky and it only rained at night, except our last night when we were sitting out side enjoying a nice Dutch French dinner as the storm clouds rolled in.  So I didn't get that last half of my baked potato as the rain drops started to hit, but it make not choosing dessert  easy and who doesn't love a run through the rain after a big meal?  

So we ended our fabulous European/Parisian summer.

America!

I took three plans home, Daniel took four.  We have already been to see my parents and now are visiting Daniel's parents before heading up to Connecticut.  Thank you so much for following our adventure, we really did have a wonderful time and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it.  I will probably be posting a bit more there are few stories I never got a round to telling, though every day was a story.  




Friday, August 3, 2012

Je suis sur un Bateau (de Maison), Amsterdam

(I'm on a (house) Boat, Amsterdam)

Our last stop on our trip is four nights in Amsterdamn, The Netherlands ... four nights on a house boat!  

Welcome Abord!

We are renting a houseboat we found off Airbnb.com.  And are loving it.

Living Room

Bed, it is like a fort.


A shot from the livingroom back through the boat.


And these would be the boats that tour by our house during the day and occasionally jostle us.  It is odd being part of the tourist attraction. 


One of the top things to do here is see a movie in the Tuschinski 1920's theatre and we hadn't seen Batman yet.... so that seemed like a good way to spend the night tired from training with all our luggage.


Swanky ... We got the VIP loveseat in a box. This also came with waitered snacks, I had champaign.   


Check out the cool art deco walpaper in the back.  I snuck in to the commoners section to check out the ceiling of the theatre, post movie.


The next morning we rented bikes and rode to the park, so I climbed a tree.  There really are as many bikes as everyone jokes about.  The streets are dangerous to cross as you dodge, cars, trams, bikes and motor scooters ( which drive in the bike lane).


I feel the need to specify the tree had fallen in to the canal but kept growing so I am really only about 5 feet off the ground.


So if biking is the best way to get around Amsterdam than boating is the second best, so more boating! 


We took a tour of the canal system which was lot of fun. 

Bridges!


We even passed our house boat on the tour.


Amsterdam has very quirky fun architecture at least compared to the uniform sleek look of Paris. Oh and they have trouble with buildings leaning here ... but they have worked it out.

Sadly nothing in this picture really indicates where we are.


Interestingly this church marks the center of the RedLight District.  We did stop by and walk the red  light district after the boat tour.  It really wasn't sketchy during the day but it was odd to see the women posing in windows.  Well at least they have a union and a healthcare plan here.


Finished up the day enjoying a storm, a thunderstorm is a whole new experience on a house boat, and we had a couple leeks around the windows, they just don't build them like they use to.  


Tuesday, July 31, 2012

40 Heures dans Brussels, Belgium

(40 hours in Brussels, Belgium)

We said good bye to my beautiful Paris a few days ago and started our long round about journey home.   Home is kind of a relative word as we will be staying with my parents and then Daniel's parents on our way up to Connecticut.   

So much luggage!

Our first stop is Brussels, Belgium. Chosen at random on our way to Amsterdam also chosen at random.  We only had a little less than 48 hours in Brussels so we planned our trip very closely on the priorities of the culture ... Chocolate, waffles, fries (they apparently invented them), and BEER.  There was not time to be waisted on dallying on Brussel Sprouts.

 After getting in we headed down to the Grand Place which is suppose to be beautiful with ornate old buildings. It was crazy crowded with mobs of people in orange and yellow shirts, and pep bands blaring, and two chicken suits running round, and small raquette balls that kept rocketing out of nowhere.




Turned out to be the National Championship of Balle Pelote.  It is a weird cross of handball played like tennis with the addition of goal post. In short it was horribly confusing, luckily two nice gentlemen tried to explain the game to us as we jumped back and forth between their broken english and our broken french, talk about a language exercise. 

The orange guy in the rear is the going to bat the tiny ball with his hand.

We ended up staying for the entire game we were both disappointed that yellow was not able to mount a full 4 game turn around.  I am debating starting up my own league in Connecticut. The game took up most of our afternoon so we headed out to dinner afterwards.


First beer of the Trip, Hoegaarden Rosée.

Followed up by our second beer of the trip Hoegaarden Grand Cru, which was a high gravity.  We also had dinner but we came for the beer.  We were pretty beat from the day so we called it an early night.


You may have heard of the famous boy peeing fountain in Brussels, if you haven't, you shouldn't, and if you have thank me you have now seen it and move on to the next thing on your Belgium itinerary.   Ta Da...

We went back to the Grand Place sans competition

Very pretty indeed.

Stopped by the beer museum, which was more the Belgium Beer Guild PR video but you get a beer at the end of the "tour".


Next we did a real tour of the Lambic Cantilion Brewery where they brew with wild yeast.  Very cool, here Daniel is playing tour guide for us, the tour is self guided. They still use the 100+ equipment the company was founded with.

Beer in Casks!

Beer in bottles!

At the end of this tour we got some Lambic beers, soo pretty.


At this point it was time for lunch, Belgiun waffles for lunch, there were also some frites sadly not photographed.


Post lunch was followed by more beer.  The Ala Mort Subite bar still has it's original 1920's decore and some delicious micro brew Lambics. This one is a peach.

And of course I had to try the raspberry.

Now it wasn't all beers, I did stop by this lovely "mall" and bought some chocolates.


Ta Da ... truth be told there were five different chocolate shop stops.  In my defense there are about three chocolate shops on every street block, the idea you could just go into one is ridiculous. What if you accidentally went into the worse chocolate shop on Brussels, what a waste of a trip, nope best to get two chocolates at a couple of stores and compare. 


Before dinner we stopped off for another beer. Daniel sought out a bar serving Kwak just so he could order the special glass holder.  There are almost as many bars as chocolate shops ... but not quite.

Daniel talked me into hitting up the casino in town for a hour later that night.  I did not beer there I think I had successfully reached my beer quota for the day.  The casino wasn't bad, it sure wasn't Vegas but it wasn't the middle of Missouri either.  Interesting to watch a black jack dealer work a game simultaneously in both french and english.  Sadly we didn't make enough winnings to pay for the trip, maybe next time.

On to Amsterdam and a house boat!!!