“nous” vs “nu” … (if you know French you’re probably giggling right now ;-) ). There’s “to” and “two” in English, but those are harmless. But “nous” and “nu” – sound exactly the same to me. There’s a slight intonation difference like “work” and “walk”. ;-) haha!! Er but “we” and “naked” are two pretty different words.
Now there’s three words that I always get confused – (jaune, jeune, juin) aka. “yellow”, “young”, and “June.” They all sounds completely different and I can pronounce them all. It’s just remembering which is which. Tomato, Tomato- no no.. this leads to calling someone yellow instead of young. whoops!
Lost in Translation? Yup I’ve been there. hahaha!! Being surrounded by a language that isn’t your first, will do that to you! But it also leads to far too many interesting conversations, days and encounters. oh and lots and lots of frustration!!
For me it’s a lot of word play and constantly asking “What is that in French!” I’ve also taken to looking at a lot of kids books- which are ridiculously cute here! And a great way to pump up your vocabulary with fun pictures and easy sentences.
One thing I’ve asked is the similar phrase in French for- it’s raining cats and dogs! Well here in France, it rains not domesticated animals, but ropes!
iDBUS, a bus service here in Europe, reached out to me about posting this cute infographic!! Take a look- it certainly made me laugh! Now I just need to figure out how to say these in French and then pepper them into everyday conversations at really weird moments. :-D
I’m sure you have a translation story of two- share it on iDBUS’s Facebook page for a chance to win a trip to London!
Sweet ass! um- Don’t take that literally.
Say hello to my new owl!!
Since getting to Paris I’ve been dying to go to a flea market and scavenge!
Then I met Ian. Ian of The Baking Chin at school one day.
This is Ian- Hi Ian!! Making “Pain aux Raisins!”
I can confirm that he does have nice buns- raisin buns!! hahaha!
We soon started talking about bread baking (his specialty) and then dutch ovens and then to where said dutch ovens were bought- because as pastry students these conversations are completely normal and happen on a very regular basis.. want to talk about macaroons all dinner? onwards!!
At the mention of a dutch oven collection based on flea market buys I was super excited and immediately asked – when can we go!!
So we decided to meet at 9 at Porte de Vanves, the location of a medium sized flea market on Saturday.
At 8 I received a message from Ian letting me and Tina know he’d be late and if we could meet at 9:30 instead. Well sure! In my sleep daze I remember thinking, well this is odd (but, yay more sleep!), how did he already know he’d be late.. curious! But maybe that’s because I tend to message 10 minutes before I’m late, to tell the person I’m late…?
When Tina and I arrived we noticed a bag in Ian’s hand that contained…. two loaves of bread still warm from the oven!?! I knew we were meant to be friends! :-D
We went through row after row of antiques- munching on pieces of raisin bread! yumm!
I wish I had a house to decorate!!
I ended up with a new owl and a picture frame that I have big plans for. :-) Which will require a couple more flea market trips- ooo darn!
At the end of our trip Ian might have said,”Wait I need to cut you a piece of bread to take home!” And then proceeded to take a cutting board and a serrated knife from his backpack…
Only pastry students… hahaha
Oh and my cool new owl.. he’s a bit heavy. Maybe a paper weight in his former life? Maybe I’ll bring him to the Champ de Mars with me to hold down some papers- if i bring papers and if there’s some wind in the air. this will take some planning.
So I’m done moving for a bit!! yay!! I moved last weekend, this time, back close to the Champ de Mars and my friend, the Eiffel. :-) hi Eiffel!! I have to lean out the window, stand on my tiptoes and look to the right to see it, but it’s there!!
Last Thursday I briefly thought in passing, hmmm maybe i should start packing… I’m getting the keys on Saturday..
Friday came and there was just too much to do- I don’t remember what, but packing was not a part of it. oh and I agreed to a trip to the Champagne region the next day, because why ever not! I can pack/move all on Sunday! right?
I think I was in denial of leaving my beautiful apartment by the Madeline. Who wouldn’t be! Especially because I’d just made friends with the barber downstairs! :-D We met when I was walking to class with my headphones in. I’d smiled at him before in passing because his shop is right by the door to the apartment building, and I’m American and do weird things like that.
Before you start thinking differently though, maybe I should preface and say, he’s about 75, with two white tufts of hair and rosy cheeks. :-)
So back to the story! I was walking to the metro, not a care in the world, when I saw a gesture from him out the side of my eye. My first thought- oh no, I messed up the number one rule in France and forgot to say “Bonjour!” as I walked by, but I didn’t think we were at that point in our relationship yet. These are important things to think about!!
So I turned around said bonjour! and our conversation went a bit like this-
Old cute barber: Vous etes anglais? (Are you British?)
Me: non, je suis americaine. (I think you can guess what this means)
The normal formalities- what are you doing here, where do you study.. yadda yadda.. I’ve got this convo down pat in French so it latest a mere minute or two. And then I heard about his three week trip to San Francisco in French/English that he had just gotten back from for a um five minutes. En suite, we discussed his daughter who was studying in New York. Yes, we just met, but this is normal!
After a couple hellos in passing, I brought him some little green tea cakes we’d made in class. And got a – ooo tres tres bien!!
So yes, I will miss my vieux friend the barber- but not because I depend on him for haircuts. haha!
*That green tree filled area right there across the street is the Champs de Mar!! Running happy dance!
oh and I’ll miss the full sized oven. Even though I only used it twice in the month and a half I was there. It’s always when you have something, that you don’t quite use it as much as you think you will!
*I want to get a new bedspread stat- I like pink, but this is way too much pink for me!
So,then there was last Saturday- oh hilarious Saturday. hahaha! ha… We were renting a car to drive up to Rouen but things didn’t quite go as planned. Several things happened all in a row and well, the short of it is, we didn’t quite make it out of Paris. er let’s say there was a forgotten driver’s license involved, a bit of trouble with a safety break that had us screeching around the parking garage, a mean rental agent calling me an idiot (pffff.. you stink too mister!), and another one saying he liked my laugh (what!?). So it was interesting to say the least. And no, I was not the one to forget my driver’s license. I told you, I’m a good traveler! haha. Tina and I did enjoy a car ride to her apartment though!
So that afternoon I had plenty of time to pack. And have a couple glasses of wine with Tina. And then move a couple of things, after said glasses of wine. I must say moving while a bit tipsy completely improves the experience and I would highly recommend it… especially when there’s 6 flights of stairs to go down with multiple massive suitcases. Er 7 suitcases/bags or something like that. :-D Thanks Tina!
Sunday morning and we were up early! Ready to finish moving! Two more hauls and we’d be done- except there was a problem. On our way up the stairs at my new metro stop, Ecole Militaire, there were tons of people, hoards of unmoving people, which for two girls struggling with suitcases was frustrating to say the least. A race happened to be going right down the street I lived on!! so cool! but nooo!!! not so helpful when moving. But we made it!! A break in the runners and we ran across the street to my new place. Tina was not impressed.
*That big ugly building to the left is Montparnasse.
A deep cleaning was necessary. One that took me two and a half days to complete… in spurts. And the kitchen… I avoided it for a day and a half it was so daunting.
- the sink was stopped up
- the freezer frozen shut and we soon found, without a door
- the refrigerator had a drawer filled with a inch of yellow water and things i don’t want to even think about
- dust and hair in the drawers
- a pile of wet towels on a shelf.. attention mold!!
- food crusted on the bottom of pans/plates/utensils (I know what you ate last week lady!)
- moldy shallots – you know how when they are past gone and dust actually billows up around them when they’re moved? yes that moldy.
That was just the start of it. It was just plain icky especially for someone who likes to leave a place in tip top shape. The bathroom was surprisingly clean…! curious..
I was exhausted but happy to have a place to live for the next 6 months especially after my apartment hunt that lasted almost a month.
After a massive purchase of cleaning supplies, scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, unclogging a sink (do I have a new found calling as a plumber?) and a new shower curtain, amongst other things, it was spic and span sparkling.
It’s been a couple of days and it’s starting to feel like home. :-) Fresh flowers, a mini hairy coo, and a TCU flag will do that though.
It’s small- maybe 15 square meters squared but similar to the efficiency I had when I lived in Fort Worth. Size doesn’t bother me though unless I’m holed up for several days.
I only lost one thing during my move and that’s because it flew out the window. ;-) I hope the new tenant of my old apartment likes striped socks!
Intermediate Pastry finished a week and a half ago. So crazy!!! It is passing so quickly.
We had about a week off (broken up by graduation- um who can say poor planning!). Tina and I decided a bit of traveling was due! So where did we decide to go! SCOTLAND! The land where men wear skirts and there’s an abnormal amount of red heads.
The trip started off pretty great- I was packed. Ready to go- met up with Tina at my apartment- walked to the bus stop. Chilling on the bus when mid-sentence I remembered… that I forgot the one thing you don’t ever want to forget. My passport. Unfortunately the bus wasn’t moving so I couldn’t do a dramatic- STOP THE BUS!!! But oh I could do a mad-dash to my apartment and up 6 flights of stairs! Of course on the one day I happen to actually see someone in my building. I think it was the apartment owner too. tehe. I hope he was impressed by my speedy staircase climbing.
leisurely jog run to the bus yet again and we were off. With no time to spare!
I would like to add here that usually I’m a good traveler… I’ve only missed 5-6 flights!! :-)
I would like to give Tina Beana a shout out for being the most amazing friend. Instead of freaking out, she was calming me down!
So we got to the airport (which by the way, the Roissy Bus is totally the way to go. That RER mess- no thank you!), more running to find the correct security entrance. More running to the gate. (I seriously didn’t need to go on my workout run that morning) We get to the gate and there’s no one there- well no passengers at least. There was a unyielding flight guru person at the desk (I can’t remember what they’re called.. :-D). So despite seeing the plane out the window on the tarmac, we were not allowed on. That is the worst!!
After a little thinking over a not so great cup of coffee at Starbucks we decided that even though we were losing a day- we really should go! 75 euros later- we were booked for a flight the next day.
After drinking almost an entire bottle of Ecrin de la Barde a Saint Emilion Grand Cru wine that night, our decision was sounding pretty solid. haha!
The next day we left a good 4 hours before our flight. Plenty of time for a baguette and hummus for lunch and then we were off. No issues at the airport, which I might add, we were now pros at. and oh the irony- the seat next to me was filled by a very sweaty Brit who like us had missed the flight yesterday and just about missed it today. He ended up being a French teacher so we had lots of fun discussing French expressions over a bottle of Rose on the way over with our French surgeon seatmate.
We landed to a brisk 60 degree and windy day in Edinburgh. Gorgeous!!!!!!!!!! I’d never seen so many red haired blue eyed people! and kilts! and bagpipes!!
*Look Dad- Hook ‘em Horns! He played Home Home On the Range after we took this picture.
Day 1: We got checked in, and then we were off! First stop dinner! We were staying right off the Royal Mile- the epicenter of all things touristy in Edinburgh. At the top of the hill is the castle, and at the bottom, Palace of Holyroodhouse. We did a bit of strolling and decided on a packed tavern that offered food in an upstairs restaurant called Deacon Brodie’s Tavern. For starters, we had Haggis with whiskey sauce.
When in Edinburgh- your first meal has to be Haggis! I would just suggest not reading what Haggis is before you try it though… :-) It’s quite delicious with some spice to it! Tina got a chicken mushroom pie and I had sausage and mash! yummmm!!!!
Next stop, a ghost tour with Cadis & Witchery Tour. Our guide, the deceased Adam Lyal and his helper… Steve. haha The tour was excellent.. a spooky but hilarious look into Scotland’s witch and murderous past- complete with many appearances by quick costume changing Steve. haha!
A couple awkward photos with Steve and Adam (Deceased.) (this was my best scared expression- don’t judge) and we were off to a Scottish tavern perfectly named Scotsman Lounge at the corner of Cockburn and High Street (aka the Royal Mile). We’d walked past earlier and it had been filled with a fantastic older crowd enjoying a couple beers and singing and dancing to live music. We did some Scottish dancing which consisted of swaying back and forth and snapping your fingers. haha! oh and of course the traditional swingish-type-lead-around-the-dance-floor dancing with the quite drunk but cute 80 year old who tried to pass us off to his son. A couple of Irish ladies attempted to show us Irish dancing much to our and their amusement.
We made our way down to Cowgate street where all the bars are located to a super fun make shift bar/live music venue set up just for the Fringe festival. We listened to three bands- the first was my favorite because they played Mumford and Sons and then American Girl- just for me. :-)
Day 2: A little bit of a late start :-) but we were soon awake after a full Scottish breakfast at the Southern Cross Cafe.
Up the Royal Mile we went to visit the Castle!
It was actually, and this is going to sound silly especially because there are so many things to do there, smaller than I thought it would be.
We decided to visit Edinburgh at such a perfect time. The Fringe festival was in it’s last couple of days, the weather was perfect, and the crowds were not that bad. In anticipation of long lines, we’d bought our tickets for the castle online a couple days prior. We skipped about 30 minutes of waiting. Lucky us!
There are I think 3 museums to visit (maybe more!), we walked through two and saw a chapel, the royal jewels, and so many other things! I think my favorite was the Prisoner’s of War museum and walking through their cells. There were little stories about each of the prisoners and information about their routines including a daily ration of beer. I also loved stopping to get tea and treats!
We stopped at a little cafe in the Castle for tea and crumpets (aka. Scottish shortbread and Carrot Cake!!)
Lots of shopping and wandering around and soon we found ourselves at the bottom of the Royal Mile at Holyroodhouse. Unfortunately it had just closed, but looming in the distance was Arthur’s Seat just begging to be hiked! Shopping bags in hand and aptly shod with ballet flats and espadrilles we took off!
Day 3: Rolled out of bed at 7:30am… why!!! aren’t I supposed to be on vacation! The Hairy Coo‘s we would hopefully be seeing later were my motivation! When we checked in Tina had pointed out a brochure for a day trip featuring very shaggy cows. I like cows! Brilliant! Unfortunately the tour was full when we checked online the day before, but! there was the possibility of joining if there were cancellations.
We showed up bushy eyed and way too excited outside Deacon’s Cafe on the.. wait for it… Royal Mile- seriously how convenient- and were greeted by a kilt wearing man in a beany. We got the last two spots and jumped on a bright orange bus. Our tour guide was great- an excellent mix of history and jokes including the Scottish way to say yes… Ay Freedom!!
On the agenda: the beautiful Forth Bridge.
A stop to hike to the William Wallace Monument outside of Stirling.
Pictures in front of the Stirling Castle.
A beautiful view of the only lake in Scotland that is not called a loch.
A hike through the Trossachs.
My favorite: Feeding the Hairy Coos!!!
Another solid favorite: Visiting Loch Katrine and biking around the edge of the lake.
Doune Castle- featured in Monty Python and Game of Thrones.
We finished off the night watching fireworks that were shot of the Edinburgh Castle. :-)
Day 4: We had a little bit of time before heading to the airport to catch our flight so we decided to go to Palace of Holyroodhouse at – you guessed it- the end of the Royal Mile! It was gorgeous! We had our own private tour of the old Abbey ruins connected to the palace. There’s just something about ruins… :-) Beautiful!
The tour inside the palace was great. I would almost say that I liked it better than Versailles- oh the blasphemy!
A brisk walk up the Royal Mile and a quick stop by some shops- I got the cutest gloves made from Shetland wool and a little knitted Hairy Coo. We picked up our bags and headed to the airport- with plenty of time. or so we thought. There must have been something causing us to have the worst of luck at airports because after smoothly going through a pretty darn cool security system, hitting a smile face for a positive experience, and a short wait at our gate, we were in line to board.
I was doing a little people watching and started to notice that all the passengers around us had a stamp on their ticket.. a stamp that we didn’t have. Right after I happened to notice this soon to be very important stamp, the flight attendant stopped by to check out tickets. We hadn’t gotten our passport validated at the check in desk downstairs. “You might just make the flight if you run now…” Tina and I just looked at each other- pure panic. More airport running?! nooooo!!!!! yes.
Running with full backpacks is quite difficult especially at the end of a trip. We flew through the airport though, back downstairs, got a stamp, almost got ushered through fast track security by some nice guys, and back through security (which had no line because well everyone was boarding!!). I think the though of adding yet another missed flight to my now lengthy list made my feet move just a little bit faster on the moving sidewalk. You know running on a moving sidewalk is actually quite fun- you feel like a superhero! hahaha! When we got to the late things looked very promising. There were still 3 people waiting in line to board. We got our tickets scanned, smushed our bags into a receptacle to check the size allowance and walked outside, sweating. ughhh.
But we made it- 1.5 hour flight to Paris, an hour bus ride to get into the city. and we were home. :-)
A return of scarves and black articles of clothing has to mean one thing–> The Parisians are back! I might have been watching movies at an open air cinema in Paris and doing day trips. :-) Not a bad deal!
I’d actually been anticipating August since getting here after hearing all about it in the travel books I read. Would it live up to the hype? Does everyone really leave Paris for the entire month? But how?
Well I’m here to confirm that yes indeed Paris is dead! I saw a funny post on Facebook the other day showing pictures of major streets with absolutely no people.
It is so weird!!
One day I woke up at 6am to traffic outside my window and a couple days later, quiet. No it wasn’t the weekend, just the beginning of August.
If you’re planning a trip to Paris, I wouldn’t plan it during this month – It’s so hot! And so many things are closed! Well because they’re clientele are all out of town!
Something neat is that the city puts on events for the people that are in town- music concerts, outdoor movies, and the famous Paris Plage! A beach on the banks of the Seine.
There’s actually a law in France that a certain amount of boulangeries are open at one time – 400 to be exact. You can visit a website to see where the nearest open bakery is!
Following August, there’s what is called “La Rentree” aka. “the return!” – a return from vacation and a return to school!
Check out these mega- cute candies in a store window!