Day 58: or The Last Day In Ireland

 I woke up at 8 and had breakfast with the boys. We had 2 other people in our room the night before, and the they weren’t the friendly, happy go lucky type. By 7:30 this morning, they had moved rooms.  They were already asleep when we got back and got upset when we turned the light on to find our way through the dark. We weren’t even being loud, and I was trying not to wake them, but it’s a hostel. You pay $20 bucks a night, you bunk with strangers, and you might get woken up. I was in their shoes the night before, but I wasn’t angry with the people. I was told by one of the boys that before we met, they had asked the front desk if someone was in the room yet. The lady said “1 girl, and she‘s very nice”. I had spoken about 3 words to her, but I appreciated the review. I’m sure the complainers didn’t have as nice of things to say, so I’m hoping the woman knows better than to believe them. I’ve already left and will never see any of them again, but I don’t like people thinking I’m rude, especially when I’m not.


I left around 9:00 to catch the 10:00 train back to Belfast. The city seemed to still be asleep, not many people up and about. The train was much emptier and I got a booth to myself. It’s another gorgeous day and the country ride was relaxing. By the time I got to Belfast however, I was a little worn out. I had 3 hours to spend and I didn’t want to waste them. I ended up walking around the city, stopping for lunch, then stopping for hot chocolate a little later. The weather had chilled a great deal, and the wind was strong. I walked without looking at the map and just seeing what I could find. I could have stayed in Ireland much longer and had a blast, but once the day to leave comes, I find I’d rather get the traveling part over with. I walked a lot this weekend, and that’s compared to my norm here, not in Texas. And my norm here is a lot compared to Texas.


I got on the shuttle for the airport, and was there with plenty of time. I ended up with an aisle seat, and an empty middle again. Fantastic. Or so I thought. This flight has more screaming babies than you can imagine. I know babies cry. I know sometimes parents can’t do anything to stop it, trying as hard as they can. It doesn’t mean I like the sound. Actually, I hate it. Biology did well with that sound. I made it it home a little after 11:00. I'm tired, but it was a great vacation. Can't wait until the next one. 

Day 57: or The First Day In Dublin

I woke up around 8:00 this morning. I was a little afraid I would be tired, and I had a 10:35 train, so I needed to make sure I factored in plenty of time. Everyone else in my room got up around the same time, which was helpful because people it got me up too. There was a small breakfast of toast and cereal downstairs. I looked for the coffee, but found the tea first, and thought, “when in Rome”, or Belfast as the case may be. I also found peanut butter, which we don’t have in France. Well, it’s there, but it has one of the highest markups of any America product, so essentially it doesn’t exist. Have I mentioned before that I’m cheap? I can’t help converting what it would be in USD and it just isn’t worth it. Back to the point. I had peanut butter toast, one of my go-to’s at home. I left the hostel at 9:15 and moseyed through Belfast where I happened upon Stanfield St, without an “S”, but close enough. Not the best part of town, but I was determined to at least get a picture of a sign. Mission Accomplished

I had purchased my ticket online and got a special “web fare”. They said if you didn't have the voucher, your ticket would be void. Apparently they don’t ship the vouchers internationally, so the stress was back.  A women I had emailed said that I could pick it up at the station, so I was all set to talk to 3 people and be totally confused. First man I walked up to asked for my name, and on the top of the pile right next to him was my voucher. Awesome. No hassle whatsoever.  I got a good seat on the train, with a table and more room, and as the train filled up, an older couple sat across from me. I was on my computer and had my headphones in, so I smiled and made room. When the train pulled away, I told them it was my first train ride, I don’t count commuter trains, and we continued to talk the whole 2 hour ride. They were from Belfast, going to the south for their 54th anniversary. I told them multiple times how impressive that was. 

At Dublin Castle

The weather was perfect. The forecast had said overcast, but it ended up being gorgeous. It was a great trip down the coast and I feel like I really got to see Ireland. And it looks exactly like imagined. Sheep, hedges, rolling hills, and very green. I really lucked out with the weather, made it much more enjoyable than it could have been.

I got to Dublin and walked to the hostel. The train station is located in central Dublin and was a nice walk down the river to Oliver St. John Gogarty’s. Quite a name. At the hostel in Belfast, I didn’t meet anyone because I checked in so late, so I was hoping that by being there all day, I would cross paths with the people in my room. I could tell from their bags that they were boys, and just hoped they wouldn’t snore as bad as the guys from the night before. I left the hostel and went to a chip shop that is fairly popular. There was an open market and they were grilling burgers that smelled amazing, but I was determined to eat local fare. It was a hard miss. I ate my fish and chips as I walked to the Guinness factory. I spent a good 2 hours walking around and enjoyed my free pint overlooking the city. They say it’s the best view of Dublin, you can see from one end of the city to the other. Afterwards, I walked back, and again the room was empty. Bummer. 

My pint and clover

Not 5 minutes later there was a knock at the door and 3 English guys walked in. We said our introductions and they proceeded to insist I join them and their friends for one of the wives 30th birthday. They were from Norfolk and they were with 5 girls. I may even be related to 2 of them. A pair of sisters with the last name England, small world. We grabbed dinner at a pub and headed to the bar on the bottom floor of the hostel. They had an Irish band playing and the whole thing was just what you’d expect. I somehow managed to get in an argument with a doormen about Ohio State University. He claimed it was the best school (what?), and then he proceeded to tell me his reason was because they had the prettiest girls. I don’t know how I get myself in these situations. We got back to the room a little later and I consider the day a complete success. I’m treating these little weekend excursions as test runs for places I will visit again. Ireland passed.

The group outside our hostel

Day 56: or The First Day In Belfast

Today was the last day of vacation for the kids and the beginning of mine. I spent the day stressed making sure I knew where I was going and that I was bringing everything I needed. The day went as planned and 6:00 came before I knew it. I was getting picked up by the Dad and being taken to the train. I felt weird leaving them without dinner. The parents both got off work early so they were going to be taken care of obviously, just felt like I was leaving them in a lurch.


I made the 6:47 train, 2 hours before my plane was supposed to take off. I made all my connections and was there in plenty of time. I wasn’t sure that I had plenty of time though so I went without dinner. At Charles de Gaulle, the security check is at the gate. 2 gates share a checkpoint and once you go through it there is only a vending machine. I liked the small security, but was not a fan of being sequestered. I managed to get through it.


I’m on my way to Belfast now. I’m flying on a discount airline and am trying to avoid all the extra charges. I know the reason it is cheaper is because they get you on baggage and what not, so I refuse to get anything on principal. They charge 2 euro for a soda, so no thanks. I think I could probably have gotten tap water for free, but I wasn’t going to risk it. They also have a strict “1 carry on” rule, which includes purses. I had to stop and put my purse in my bag before they let me on the plane. I packed light of course and am now sitting comfortably in my aisle seat. I’m an aisle girl, always have been.  Somehow I managed to get an aisle seat in the 9th row, with an empty middle seat. Pretty spiffy.  I’m beginning to stress again. We are supposed to land in less than an hour, but we were delayed 30 minutes. I’m checking into a hostel without a curfew but all I can think of is what if they do have one and then I stranded on the street because I can’t get there in time. I’m treating this weekend as a test run for my travels. There won’t be a language barrier, but it is a foreign country and I’ll be traveling by train, plane, and buses. Plenty of ways to get lost or go the wrong way. 


I just realized what is wrong with my row. I am right in front of the exit, so I can’t lean back. For awhile I thought this was another luxury the discount airline did away with. I thought it was an odd thing to cut. I’m a genius.


Since starting to write, I have found my way passed immigration and into the center of Belfast. I made my way to the hostel on walked around the area a bit. I went to a bar next door, just to see a little bit and ran into a guy who was on my plane from Paris. We talked to a bit, we hadn't on the plane, but I was pretty proud of myself for starting the conversation. People have the idea that I'm not shy. At this very moment I'm sure half of you are rolling your eyes. But there are 2 kinds of shy. There is Nathan shy, where even talking to family can be painful. I know he is growing out of this and I am not picking on him, it is just the best illustration I can think of. Then there is me, who once comfortable, doesn't seem to shut up. But when surrounded by total strangers, it's difficult to just go up and talk to someone. But I persevered and it went fine. I came home fairly early so I could get up for my train in the morning. A successful first day of travel.

Day 55: or The Day The Kids Acknowledged That Cooking Is Hard

The kids made dinner and dessert tonight. It was delicious but the kitchen looked like a tornado hit it. I helped the 12 year old with the braised pork while the 16 year old dealt with the intricate dessert. I had made pizza for lunch and it was of course a success. Between that and the advice I was asked for, I feel like today was a good day for my cooking ego, even if it was a light one.


I can tell the Kid is getting into the groove of not going to school, which means next week is going to be brutal. There are only 3 more days of vacation and I've gotten used to having the kids at the house. Today I worked on his handwriting a bit and apparently my "G's" need some work, or so says the 12 year old. He also informed me that I say "boom" a lot. I found a missing ingredient and when I place it on the counter, boom. He laughed and I asked if I said it a lot. His response was basically just a laugh and a "you're joking" face. During the course of the meal prep I caught myself saying it way too much. It's funny what people notice about you. I feel close to this family after less than 2 months, but I'm just one of many au pairs that they've had. Then one of them will point out something like that, and I know that I'm not imagining it.

Day 54: or The Day The Kids Made Dinner

I woke up again with the radiator not working. I'm always cold in the house, and that's when the heat is working. Today was another day of trying to fill the time. The Kid had a play date this afternoon, so that was a nice break. The mom of the other kid speaks English, but only speaks to me in French. It's good for my French but I'm always nervous I missed something. It can be a stressful phone call.


Since we've returned from the mountains, the laundry machine has been working overtime. Today, we ran 2 loads plus the dishwasher, which created a shortage of hot water. We only have so many liters per day (I know, I said liters) and by the time I through the Kid into the shower at 6:45, we were out. The water was luke warm but not cold. That kid screamed and cried like I'd thrown him in an ice bath. Pathetic. I was surprised the other kids didn't come and see what was wrong. Sounded like someone was getting tortured. I found the whole thing funny.


Dinner was made by the 16 year old. The kids are supposed to take over some of the meals this week since they don't have school and it was weird to not be cooking. I did end up helping, felt lazy just watching. The one thing I would have changed was the amount of dishes used. I have learned to minimize what I get dirty and make sure the sink is empty before I start. No need to start from behind. This was not the case tonight. For a day that I had more free time than I've had the last couple of days, I sure am tired.

Day 53: or The Day I Got An Extra Hour of Sleep

I got to sleep in today, almost until 8:30. I find it amazing that these kids pop up before 9:00, sometimes 8:00, when they don't have to. The morning was another slow one, the kids each coming into the kitchen to get breakfast, then back upstairs to whatever it is they do all day. I was able to get the Kid into a pottery class for a couple of hours each day. The class was full, but he's a pretty cute kid, so we just went down to the school and asked if there was any way for just one more. Voila, he's in.


He has been speaking French a lot more with me than before the vacation. Apparently, when with his extended French speaking family, he loses the English habit quickly. I keep having to tell him to speak English. When I understand his French though, I don't always notice and he can be speaking French a little too often. I have to snap him out of it.


The only other "eventful" thing that happened was the radiators not working. I've never lived in a house with radiators. Haven't really needed them, obviously. But when those heaters go out, the kitchen becomes an ice box. When it happens, it is all the ground floor radiators. My room, being on the ground floor, is also affected. I keep my radiator on high and pray that by the time I go to sleep, my feet aren't still frozen. I can handle the cold weather outdoors. Bundle up appropriately and you'll be fine. But being cold inside is just plain uncomfortable. 

French Word of The Day

Prendre une pause.


Take a break. I'm going to make the word of the day more of an occasional entry. When I have a good word, I'll add it, so for now I'm not going to add words just because.We'll see how that goes for awhile.

Day 52: or The Day I Gave Literary Advice

The kids are home all week for their second week of vacation. It's going to be a long week. All four of them being home means some things are easier, and some more complicated. For instance, lunch. Usually I'm on my own, and if the kid is home it's something I can whip up easily. Today I made rice and meatballs and sauce. It was a whole to do. But then the older ones help me entertain the little one, so all in all it is a more enjoyable day. Funny thing is, I'm working double the hours with the same pay. Honestly, it doesn't bother me because one week with all of the kids is kind of nice. On the other hand, I wonder if the even notice this small discrepancy. There are worse things in life.


After lunch, the 14 year old asked me to read her English paper and give my advice. It was on Oedipus and knowledge. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say but I told her it seemed to be a clear argument and then I spouted off some advice about the conclusion. Apparently, my off the cuff advice was the basis for a pretty well thought out argument. It was nice to feel helpful.


While I was making dinner, the girls "stole" music from my computer which prompted many discussions. They would pick and choose and ask about certain bands. You wouldn't believe the stuff they said no to. Dylan? Creedence? I was shocked that a) they hadn't heard of them and b) they didn't like them. It's amazing the generational gap that can occur in 10 years. Amazing.

French Word of The Day

Cuits.


Cooked. I had to pick up the baguettes today and I was instructed to buy them "not too cooked". The kids helped me with the pronunciation, but for some reason I just couldn't get it right.

Day 51: or The Day I Finally Caught Up The Blog

Today was another day of whole lotta nothing. The kids and I watched Lord of The Rings, which I always love, but they have some opinions I'm not sure I agree with. Hard to explain, but I'm not sure we are movie compatible. I also managed to fix my computer today, which was a relief. I find having a laptop that won't hold a charge is one of the most frustrating things. My laptop is very small, and made for portability. Having it be tied to an outlet would render it almost useless. This entry is more of a place holder than anything else. After adding 4 days of blog, I'm pretty tapped out on subject matter.

Also, I've added a email list due to request, so if you'd like to be added to it, just let me know.

French Word of The Day

Tais toi.


Shut up. A phrase I hear way too often around the kids. I remember being little and being told not to say it to my brother. They also say stupid a lot, another thing I was told not to say. I didn't get it then, but now it's like nails on a chalk board. I tell them to be nice, and every time I do it, I think I have become my parents. I thought I had at least 10 more years.

Day 50: or The Day I Spent Recovering From Vacation

I wasn't able to go to sleep until very early this morning, so I missed the morning. I had planned to go into town, but when I woke up, the rain was enough to make me choose a day of indoor living. I watched a movie, read emails, and unpacked. Exciting, I know.


I also spent a good 30 minutes on the phone with my brother. I enlisted his help in the computer situation. We tried many different tricks, none of which worked, but it was nice of him to help me anyways. With that conversation and the hour+ I spent talking to Linden, I felt nice and caught up with the goings on in Texas. Nice little Saturday.

French Word of The Day

Voyager sur la route.


Road Trip. I had hoped to see more of the French countryside while on this trip, but sleep and darkness just wouldn't allow it.

Day 49: or The Last Day in the Alps

Another beautiful day, only this one was mainly spent inside. I offered to help get ready to go, seeing as I wasn't going to ski anyways. I went on a walk to the village and bought baguettes and butter, very French. I had time before the packing had to begin, so I walked around a bit more, get my exercise for the day.


The day was long, we got in the car at 6:45pm. It's a long 7 hour drive back, and in the dark, there wasn't much to look at. I tried to sleep, but seeing that it wasn't even dinner time, that was a difficult thing to accomplish. We got home around 2:00 and I was happier than I thought to be "home". A couple of times this week, I said something about "home" to the girls. They asked if I meant Texas or their home. I said "our home". Being away made me finally feel like this was home.

French Word of The Day

Randonnée.


Hiking. I nice thing to do on a nice, sunny day. Well, it's nice until you get light headed and dizzy and have to sit down.

Day 48: or The Day I Seemingly Broke My Laptop

Today, the weather turned nice again, so I went up the mountain for a walk and a hot chocolate. The day before, I had dropped a glove off the ski lift, genius I know, and I thought about taking snow rackets and seeing if I could get it. It was a glove I had borrowed so I felt I should try, I knew I wouldn't actually be able to get it, but the family had made the suggestion, so I thought it best that I at least got and see how daunting a task. No way. Maybe at a lower elevation, but growing up at sea level, the lack of air makes the simplest incline seem impossible. I walked around anyways and eventually found my way into a wifi cafe for some hot chocolate and emails.


Dinner was good and the cleaning began. We are leaving at 6pm tomorrow, for what is sure to be a long ride back. I was able to sleep halfway here, but seeing as we left in the morning, not so difficult. Falling asleep at night  has always been more of a challenge.


And the title, I almost forgot. My computer started to not charge. I was sitting at a steady 96% and couldn't figure out what went wrong. This happened with my old computer, but that was years into me owning it. This thing is less than 2 months old. 

French Word of The Day

Voile.


Sail. The Dad has been speaking to me more in French, which I appreciate, and today asked if I knew how to sail. Why yes, yes I do.

Day 47: or The Day I Started Lonesome Dove, Again

When I started this week, I was reading Girl With A Dragon Tattoo, finally, but I knew it wouldn't make it all week. I looked in my room and decided that over 800 pages of Texas should keep me entertained. I had no idea what my days would be filled with while here. All I knew was that if nothing else, I would have enough to read. Of course, when the girls ask about the book, I can't help but try and convince them to read it. I have 4 more months to accomplish the task.

I skied early today and came home and turned in my skis. The first 2 days were great weather and I was really happy to be back skiing after so long. Today was snowy and you couldn't see where the mountain stopped and the sky started. Makes skiing difficult. I really enjoy skiing but I've figured out I am definitely a fair weather fan, and I’m ok with that. After I walked around the village, I came home to find everyone was back. The daily ritual of snack, shower, reading/games, dinner, dishes, more reading happened.  We leave in 2 days and it’s back to the real world. I’m not sure what I’ll do while I’m still here but I’ll try to make the most of it. Weather permitting.

Itunes just decided to play Clarence Carter’s “Patches”.  I know he grew up down in Alabama, but it makes me think of Texas, so I guess that’s the theme of the day.

French Word of The Day

Tomber.


Fall down. Something I try really hard not to do.

Day 46: or The Day I Re-Entered The Modern Age

Today is only half over, but while I have an internet connection, I thought I would write an entry. I am sitting in an English Pub on the slopes enjoying a brew and some free internet. The beer was the same price as one hour of internet down the hill, so the walk was well worth it. 


I took the day off from skiing. It started to snow, fairly heavily, and that was a sign that I should take the day off and enjoy some exploring. The walk was uphill and took me an hour to find the place. I had no idea they had free internet, but I thought the walk would take time and be a good outing. It is empty now, and the bartender and I are sitting here on our respective computers enjoying the quiet. It is still snowing and I can't see past the closest chalets. The snow is good for the slopes, since it hasn't snowed in over a month, but I enjoy it much more from a warm location.


The week is going well and I can't believe it is basically half way over. I'm not sure what I will do the rest of the week. I will be skiing a little more, but not all three days. I like skiing, but 6 straight days is killer on the knees. Last time I skied I was 19, and I remembering thinking skiing is so much easier when you're little. Falling has less consequences. Now, at the ripe old age of 25, I think 19 year old Caitlin didn't know what being old feels like. And I'm sure in 6 years, 31 year old Caitlin will think the same thing. 

French Word of The Day

Raclette.


The term is derived from the French word, "to scrape", but is in fact a cheese dish that is scraped onto people's plates. It is a melted cheese, eaten with meat, potatoes and other dipping items. It is a common traditional dish where I'm staying. The funny thing is, when typed into the translator, it means squeegee. Awesome.

Day 45 : or The Day No One Mentioned Valentine's Day

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when I looked at my watch and saw the date. Even then it took me awhile to realize what was special about Februaury 14th. I take pride in remembering birthdays, so the 14th sounded familiar. Then it hit me. Not once did I hear anyone mention it or did I see any signs or specials in the stores. Happy Vaneltine's everybody.


When I went to bed, I wasn't sure what my plans would be today. I hadn't purchased my lift ticket, so it wasn't a sure thing that I would ski. But my legs felt ok, so I decided on a short day. I got on the first lift at 11:00 and skiied for a little over 4 hours. I had a decent fall on the last run that shook me a bit. Usually, I just lose my balance and give in to falling. I find that it hurts less if you don't fight it. This fall however was not by choice. With all the head injuries that seem minor but aren't, barely bumping your head on the ice kinda scares me. I really like skiing, but I know I would be better if I wasn't afraid of getting hurt all the time. I'll probably take the day off tomorrow and go to the village for a hot chocolate. 

French Word of The Day

Piste.


Track. In the context I've been hearing, it means ski run or slope. Even when they translate a sign to English, which is almost every sign, they don't translate that word. Since I don't have internet, I wasn't able to look it up, and I didn't want to ask. I was able to infer, but wanted to make sure.

Day 44: or The First Day of Skiing

Day 44: or The First Day of Skiing


My room is on the bottom floor, and is seperated from the rest of the rooms. I chose it that way for the queit, and also it has it's own bathroom. The other bathroom is basically in the parents bedroom, therefore pretty inexesacble at night. I feel slightly hermit like, but I like it. I was afraid that it would be dark and hard to get up in the morning, but the small window is perfectly placed to allow the sun. Usually I would find this a nuisance, but I don't want to miss the day, so I take it as a good thing.


We had a late start today, got on the first lift at 11:00. Being the first day and all, it takes longer to get ready and figure out your routine. I skiied for an hour before I met my instructor for a lesson. I wanted to work out the kinks of not skiing for 6 years, and was pleasantly surprised. I have always had a problem keeping my skiis parallel, so that was my main goal of the day. I had a 2 hour lesson, and by the end I seemed better. I know that if I keep my speed under control, my form is pretty good. It's when I get going to fast that I start to revert. Which would be fine excpet for the fact that going fast is when you need better form. I have a whole week to work on it.


The Alps are amazing. It was a beautiful sunny day, no clouds. The valley is supposed to be white, but really only the tops of the mountains are. It was good skiing though, not too much ice. By the end of the day, I had skiied over 6 hours and felt 20 years older. My right knee is killing me, as is my left ankle. I hope in the morning, after a little rest, it will be ready for more. I wasn't planning on skiing every day, but I had a good time today. I can't believe it's been 6 years. 


We had pasta and soup for dinner and card games after. My shuffling was again a thing of amusement and my knowledge of poker sparked some interest. They have signed me up to teach them tomorrow night. We'll have to see how that goes.

French Word of The Day

Dormir.


Sleep. I like writing words that you have a connection to English, dorm is the root of dormitory. Someone could maybe make the connection without much knowledge of French. I believe the language is easier to figure out that people think. This is my proof.

Day 43: or The First Day in The Alps

The day started early, with a departure time of 6:00am. The 2 boys, the dad, and the uncle all piled into the van and set off on our 7 hour drive. Seeingas it was 6:00 in the morning, I just assumed we would crash until daylight, so that's exactly what I did. Before we had even left the neighborhood, the boys had the DVD player on and offered me a set of headphones. I took them, and enjoyed Wall-E for all of 3 minutes before I decided they were crazy. I'm not going to say I was comfortable, but I managed to find a decent set up with my ski jacket acting as a pillow against the window. I woke up every once in awhile when my feet fell asleep. One of these times, I'm assuming around 8:30, we were going through some hills and the sun was just coming up. We couldn't have been to far south of Paris and I know I was half asleep, but it was amazing. Soft light, groomed trees, fields and hills. I'm going to keep and eye out on the way back.


I finally woke up around 10:00 and spent the next 4 hours reading and looking at the scenery. It was a typical French morning, so it wasn't very clear and I couldn't see very far but by the time we reached the Alps you could see forever. These mountains are pretty stunning, but then again, being from the flatest place on earth, I think anything over 20 ft of elevation is pretty impressive. 


We got to the house, which is located in Peisey-Nancroix. They have a couple ski resorts, and some small ski villages. From what I can tell, our part of town is the original, pre-ski village part of town. The house was converted to sleep as many people as possible, so there is plenty of space. It is right next to the shuttle stop, so that will be nice and convenient. We spent the afternoon getting our skis and lift tickets. I'm not sure how much I'll ski but I bought a full day tomorrow. I haven't skiied in 6 years, so I thought I would just see how it goes. I also finally gave in an got a ski lesson. My Dad hasbeen pushing  the issue for years now. I know how to ski, he just thinks a little tutorial would really improve my style. So for 2 hours tomorrow, somebody named Collin will get to watch me embarass myself. 


There is no elecronic entertainment here, think the Ranch 10 years ago. We have a wood burning stove, and we played cards. Apparently, people in France don't know how to shuffle. They all keep saying I'm a professional poker player. It could just be my family, but both boys have enlisted me to teach them. I remeber when John taught me to shuffle, but I have no idea how he taught me to shuffle. It is not an easy thing to exlplain.


This is going to be one of those weeks of going to bed early and reading a great deal. I brought my Lonesome Dove, just in case I run out of other things to read. Gus and Call would have some things to say about this place.

French Word of The Day

Très tôt.


Very early. I will be waking up in 5 hours, and I am not looking forward to it.

Day 42: or The FIrst Day of 60' Weather

I feel like half of this blog is dedicated to weather related topics, but when you walk everywhere, it really starts to affect your life. Today topped and other day so far. It was in the low 60's, sunny with no clouds. I was actually warm outside. I was able to go for a walk and grab a sandwich. When the Kid got home, we played soccer for awhile. It was the first time we played outside and it was great. It's amazing how much more there is to do when you can be in the yard. I'm looking forward to a couple months from now when this is the norm, life will be so different.


After dinner, I met a friend for drinks at the local bar. She will be leaving before I return from the Alps, so it was a farewell event. But I have to get up at 5:00 tomorrow, so we called it an early night. The place actually had a decent sized crowd and I realized I could spend more nights there and have it be an acceptable way to spend a Friday night. 


We won't have internet at the house, so I won't be updating the blog this week. I will try to add all the days I missed when I get back, so no one freak out. I promise I'll be back. Until next week!

French Word of The Day

Voiture.


Car. I'm trying to figure the car situation out, but it hasn't happened yet. My day to day life is fine without one, but it would just be so convenient.

Day 41: or The Day I Should Have Packed

Leaving in less than 2 days, and I am unpacked. I've thought about what needs to be done and I've purchased what I didn't have. I just need to put it in a bag. But when you have no idea what to expect, it makes a simple task daunting. I'll tackle this conundrum tomorrow.


I made an omelet for dinner tonight. One thing here is that they eat eggs for lunch and dinner but not so much breakfast. Which suite me just fine as breakfast is the best meal of the day. I added the usual cheese and bacon. But their bacon isn't our bacon, it's more just fatty pieces of ham, but i'll take what I can get. Then I added salsa to the eggs. I prefer it mixed in and cooked than on top, and I figured this way the kids couldn't avoid their veggies. They said they liked it. Always with the tone of surprise.


French class was hard again. We go around the class taking turns, and I swear I understand until it's my turn. Obviously it's mental, but it's frustrating.

French Word of The Day

Jouer.


Play. All I do all day.

Day 40: or The Day I Made Myself Breakfast Tacos

For lunch today, the Kid wanted a sandwich and since his choice comes before mine, he got the last of the ham. I looked through the fridge and saw I had the necessary ingredients, and voila. I do love breakfast tacos.


The rest of the day was uneventful. Just my usual attempts to get through 12 straight hours. It's amazing how quickly you run out of things to do. We played with trains and drew pictures. The usual rainy day activities. Only today wasn't rainy, just wasn't glorious anymore. The key is to keep him entertained enough he doesn't ask for a movie. He can play with his toys for hours and not ask, but once he gets the idea of a movie in his head, nothing will make him happy. Well, nothing but Uno. It's the new activity around the house. I don't think I've ever played the game as much as I have the last week. And it isn't a short game either, as you all know. 


For dinner I made a chicken, pasta dish that was pretty good. It was simple but tasty and the kids actually really liked it. The 16 year old said she was proud of me for learning to cook. I rolled my eyes.

French Word of The Day

Yaourt.


Yogurt. This is a fairly obvious translation, but the pronunciation is a doozie ( that's the second time I used that word today). Also, I feel like most of my words are food related, but that's just what comes to mind when I sit down to write. Wonder what that says about me.

Day 39: or The Day I Sat in The Sun For An Hour

Sound boring? It wasn't. Today I went on  a walk just to get outside. It was another great day, second only to yesterday. I needed to go to the bakery but they are closed from 1:00 to 3:30. I knew they were closed for lunch, I just assumed that meant normal lunch time. By the time I made the 15 minute walk there and back it didn't seem worth it. So I found a bench in the sun and sat with a friend. I was in a short sleeved shirt, outside, and I wasn't a bit cold. Fabulous.


The Kid's morning classes were cancelled for parent-teacher conferences so I had him for most of the day. We built a wooden fish tank and played Uno. He is getting quite good at it. He's moved beyond rules to strategy, fairly impressive. Dinner was easy, leftovers. Since we are leaving for a week, we are trying to clear the fridge of any extra, opened food. Makes my week easier, so I'm not complaining.


The Kid has somehow made it the norm that I read 3 stories to him at night. I know I'm in charge and all, but if it makes my job easier, I'm gonna do it. Obviously when it comes to too many cookies or too much TV, I'll say no. But reading? I feel like I can give in. I put him to bed a couple of nights a week, and it usually is fine, but the worst fit he's thrown was when I was trying to put him to bed once, so I'm always wary. So far it's only been the one time, but it was a doozie. 

French Word of The Day

Jeune.


Young. The weekend passes I buy for the train are called Jeune tickets, but every time I try to buy one, there is one teller at the station who doesn't understand. I asked the family if I was pronouncing it correctly, they said yes. The other tellers get it. I even explained it to her and got a blank stare in response. There will be many times where my pronunciation is off, or I use the wrong word. But when I've said it right, the least she can do is understand. Frustrating.

Day 38: or The Day The Weather Was Awesome

Today was gorgeous. In the 50's, sunny, no clouds, beautiful. I was just bummed it wasn't the weekend, there's not much to do outside here in the village. I did go on a short walk and kept the windows open. I was even able to go out without my overcoat, which is a pretty big deal.


The Kid was in a good mood and dinner was easy. I even got my ski jacket and pants today, so it's really happening. We leave this Saturday. I haven't been skiing in a long time, hopefully I don't totally embarrass myself.

French Word of The Day

Bettes.


Chard, as in swiss chard. Tonight she made a chard dish, but couldn't tell me the translation to English. I was thrown off because the stalk was white, and the only kind I've ever had is red. From her description I knew I was close. When I tasted it I knew they were related, but I still wasn't sure. A little internet research, and now we know.

Day 37: or The Day I Missed The Super Bowl

When I found out I would only be coming to France for 6 months, I remember realizing that I wouldn't have to miss any big events of the year, i.e. Thanksgiving, Christmas, the ranch, the reunion. Of course John said, "well you'll miss the Super Bowl". And since the Texans just missed out on that playoff spot, it could have been a bummer. But here we are, Super Bowl Sunday and I will not be watching. It comes on around 12:30 am and seeing that I get up at 7am, I will be picking sleep over football. Go Packers, I'll check the score when I wake up.

The Front of the Palace

Today I went to Versailles. The place is magnificent. Again, the camera does the place no justice. Every inch is decorated and every inch is beautiful. The gardens are great as well, but it was a cold morning, so we didn't stay out there long. We also took a tour of the private chambers, that you can't see on the normal circuit. I went once before, when I was 15, and I remember it well, but the size is still surprising.

The Hall of Mirrors

Afterwards, we went into Saint Germain and grabbed a sandwich. Now for those of you who don't know, sandwiches are possibly my favorite food. Hot, cold, simple, inventive, I love sandwiches. So it's great that the food I want happens to be on the cheap side. The only downside is, you usually buy the sandwiches at windows and don't have a place to sit. Luckily for me, I have found a couple of places in the town that do have seats and they have tasty sandwiches too. I also discovered a small gelato place right across the street with fairly priced servings. Kind of wish I hadn't found it now that I think about it.

I made it home for dinner and we all discussed our weekends. They had duck for lunch and saved me some for my lunch tomorrow. They wanted me to have some, seeing as it's very French and it would be an experience. I'm not complaining,

The Gardens

French Word of The Day

Bouteille.

Bottle. I have to say this word every time I order a Diet Coke. They always ask can or bottle, and I always manage to mispronounce it. It isn't even a hard word, I just can't remember it to save my live.

Day 36: Or The Day of My First Trip to The Louvre, This Decade

Winged Victory, and Me

I woke up early today. Well in reality I jumped up at god knows what hour when the doorbell rang. I was completely confused, thought I was late for work, then slowly realized it was Saturday. An hour or so later I got up to make the trek into town.

La Joconde

This is my friend's last weekend in Paris, so we needed to make sure she hit some more of the high points of Paris. We decided to go to The Louvre and meander for awhile. Once you get to our station in the village, you don't even have to walk outside to get there. The Metro stop opens up into the museum so it's perfect for cold or rainy days. Today just happened to not be that cold, but it's good for me to know in the future.

Venus

I went to The Louvre once before when I was 15. We saw the Mona Lisa, Winged Victory, and Venus de Milo, but that's about all I remember. I'm happy that on any given weekend with nothing to do I can wander around and see a whole new section. Today was a fairly broad sweep of one of the halls though. I was surprised by how much I remembered though. It was nothing specific, just seemed familiar. Walking around the Palace, you see the ceilings and the marble work and realize that the building itself is the best part, at least for me. It's a pretty spectacular place.

Just another staircase ceiling, no big deal.

Afterwards, we walked for a bit to get some air and found a great little sandwich shop and bakery. The sandwiches were under 3 euros and everything else was fairly priced as well. We were very happy with our discovery because prices seem to blow up at the tourist locations. Somehow we managed to walk up to the Pompidou Center without any intention of seeing it. I'm not the biggest fan of the building, I don't feel it fits in, but it's pretty cool to look at.

C'mon, you know it's awesome

Made it home at a decent hour and preparing for day 2 of the sight seeing weekend. I've added just a few pictures but I feel like they just don't give the place justice. Feel free to come visit and I'll show you the place in person. No pressure though.

Centre George Pompidou

French Word of The Day

Folle.


So I already gave you the word for crazy, but tonight I learned that there is a feminine version. I have always been taught that "fou" means crazy, so while speaking French to the 16 year old, I was happy to learn I had been wrong for years. At least now I know.

Day 35: or The Day I Got To Sleep In, a Bit

Some days, I wake up and get the nice surprise that the parents are taking the Kid to school. It happens maybe once a week, but I'm never given any notice. But last night the dad informed me and I was able to sleep in an extra hour and it was glorious. I did wake up at the usual time, but my powers of sleep kicked in and it was back to dream land for me. I know so many people that complain about sleep. Not being able to stay awake, or not being able to sleep past 6. I'm not saying it'll never happen, but right now I could get a medal in sleeping. I don't do much of it seeing as how I get up early during the week for work, and I get up early on the weekend for fun. But given the opportunity, I could just sleep and sleep and sleep. I think I love it more than food.


After my late morning, I rode the train in to Saint Germain and met another au pair. Our mutual friend is leaving in 2 weeks so she thought she would introduce us so we could see each other after she's gone. We went to a panini shop and strolled about town. We went into a couple of shops and they bought knick knacks but I stayed away. Pretty impressed with my will power? Don't be. Our next stop was a little bakery where I bought a piece of cake. Man, was it good. WE walked it off by way of the train station where we rode home just in time to pick the children up from school.


I made couscous for dinner for the first time. That is one easy grain. It was a leftovers smorgasbord as far as other dishes went. We had plenty of food but because the parents were having people over, the kitchen started to smell delicious and the kids an I all ended up back there. I had some toast and cheese and had to get out of there before I started in out the sweets. I haven't had a real snacking crave since I've been here, but tonight just needed to happen. 

French Word of The Day

Petit déjeuner.


Breakfast. It literally means "little lunch". So today was sort of a two for one deal.

Day 34: or The Day The Weather Cooperated

On Facebook, all anyone can talk about is the weather.The snow, the cold, the blackouts, the snow days. Today was lovely here. The sun was out, it got up to 48' and I even contemplated going out without a jacket. I of course wimped out and wore one, but I hesitated none the less. I feel for you freezing folk. In a month, you all will be basking in your spring weather and it will still be cold here, but for now, I'm going to appreciate the lovely day.


I had class today but didn't leave feeling much better about my French. When having a very basic conversation, I can get by and I feel ok, but listening to these other women go off is difficult. Some of them have lived here for years, and just come to class to get help and improve. I'm glad I'm challenged, but I want to make sure I'm learning. The Dad was talking to me today about how I need to start speaking more French or I won't get any better. That's all well and good except for the fact that I'm supposed to be improving the kids' English. Can't speak two languages at once. I've gotta work something out. It's one of the reasons I like going to bars though. You get to meet people who speak no English and have very basic small talk. It's just nice to practice.


I made pizza again tonight. It was an improvement to last time. I added mushrooms, delicious. Hopefully tomorrow will be lovely as well.

French Word of The Day

Tournesol.


Sunflower. I was baking and the recipe called for Sunflower oil. But if you break down the word to "Tourne" and "Sol" it means "turned soil". I don't know why, but the fact that we named it after the Sun and they named it after the Earth is interesting to me,

Day 33: or The Day I Booked My Flight To Ireland

I was pleasantly surprised to find myself with good weather today. It was rainy and foggy all morning but right before lunch, the sun started to show and by early afternoon all the clouds were gone and it was beautiful. Also, being that it got above freezing, I wasn't miserable outside. I can't believe I was comfortable in 34' weather, but I was. Amazing.


We made a carrot cake today. The Kid likes to help me bake, so it is a good Wednesday afternoon activity. The only problem is he gets upset when I do things differently. I try to explain that it will all taste the same, and sometimes that works. Sometimes it doesn't and I want to pull my hair out, but oh well. Also,  he says "stupid" when he means "silly". Or at least I think so. He uses it in reference to cartoon characters (Kung Fu Panda), and myself. He is usually laughing, and I know he doesn't mean it, but I keep telling him to change his word usage. I'll feel pretty good when I can get him to break that habit.


I spent all evening planning my first European weekend. I spoke with the parents about my plans, and they were very nice and flexible. I would like to book my weekends far in advance to save on cost but I may be needed on a Saturday night, so I got the go ahead to book through March. I bought a flight to Belfast for the end of February, and will spend one night there and one night in Dublin. I already bought the train ticket to Dublin and it was actually more cost efficient than just a flight straight there. I think the train ride will be nice, give me a chance to see the country a bit. I have done little to no research but am quite excited. 

French Word of The Day

Bonne journée.

When leaving a shop, this is the way the clerk says, "have a good day".  Sometimes though, they say "au revoir". There is no rule, but no matter what I seem to say the opposite of the clerk. I think I'm the only one who notices.

Day 32: or The First Day of a New Month

I can't believe it's been a month. The first 2 weeks seemed to drag on forever. I think it was all about adjusting and learning how to spend my down time. Now, the weeks seem to go by much faster. I'm beginning to feel like I need to get a move on with all the stuff I still need to do. I know I have 5 months left, but if they fly by like this one, I won't have done nearly enough. I'm think it's a pretty good mind set to be in.


Another cold one. I think I'm getting used to it though. Mornings are always hard. Leaving the cozy bed, facing the chill. But now, once I'm outside for a little while, I adjust. Well, I adjust a little. I'm still cold, just to a lesser extent. The Kid had lunch at home today, being Tuesday and all, so we had our usual of pan fried fish. The stuff is pretty good. I always eat what he eats, just easier that way. Only for lunch though, because that kid will have hot chocolate with chocolate, covered in chocolate. The boy loves chocolate. It's impressive. Don't get me wrong, I've eaten chocolate more here than ever at home, but I'm nowhere near their level yet.


For dinner I made a potato gratin with ricotta, parsley, and a cream sauce. It was pretty simple, but they seemed to be pretty impressed. I know I'm a decent cook. I can follow a recipe and I can also improvise. But because my way is just a bit different, I think they don't have the strongest confidence in me. Just nice to get the nod of approval.

French Word of The Day

Feuille de laurier.


Bay leaf. The mom cooked lentils and she added bay leaves. She quizzed the kids about its name but they didn't know. One of the girls said that Caesar's Laurel Crown doesn't sound as regal when said with this translation. Agreed.