Friday, May 27, 2011

hydrate. a quick story.

my Aunt (notice the water in her bike basket)
Maybe this is one of those "you had to be there" stories, but I have a funny story about my week with my Aunt. You think you know your family... but it's not until you live with someone for a few days or a week in my case that you really get to see all of their little quirks. It didn't take long to see that my Aunt has one quirk that is borderline obsessive compulsive or just plain neurotic.

My Aunt is serious about hydrating. She is so into drinking water that when we would leave the house for a half hour, she would pack 3 bottles of water. When we went for an hour and a half drive, she packed a whole cooler full of water. Every time we were going somewhere, she made sure to bring some water (and backup). During our ride home from Trieste, I watched her guzzle a whole bottle of water in mere minutes and then immediately crush the bottle and throw it on the floor of the car. She then turned to me in the back and said, "Can I get another bottle of water?" I watched in astonishment. This woman is passionate about water.

It became a running joke throughout the course of the week. Before we would leave to go somewhere, I'd say, "We might be gone for an hour, you might want to bring some water." I'd turn to face her to see her tapping her bag, ready to go - holding three bottles of water.

I don't think my Aunt could ever live in a third world country. She would need to have her bottled bubbly water or at least a Brita. Maybe it's because she is a nurse or maybe it's because she previously lived in Vegas where dehydration is very common because of the lack of humidity, but of all the beautiful things we saw and did in Italy, I walk away with one clear image - that of my Aunt crushing bottles of water like it was her job.

1 week in Italy.

eating on the Grand Canal in Venice - pictured with my Aunt
putting my feet in the Adriatic Sea for the first time in Lido
posing in Trieste
watching the Giro d'Italia
biking through Dardago - 90 degrees but snow on the mountain tops
a beautiful hot spring in Polcenigo
oh, just sunning between the grape vines!
shopping at the market in Aviano
and this was the "dressing room" :)

Thursday, May 26, 2011

i almost went crazy last night...

So the thing about Europe is, they don't really have screens in their windows. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I think the windows here are fabulous. I love that you can crack open the top or open the window totally (it makes people watching very fun because you can emerge yourself completely out the window if someone is really worth a good stare down). I love that you can close the shutters and have complete darkness which makes sleeping in on Sundays so peaceful. I love that I moved the building's garbage can right in front of my window so I don't even need to go outside to "take the garbage out."

However, last night, I was having a bit of a love/hate relationship with the windows that almost had me needing a trip to the loony bin. I was driving my guy crazy as he was working on a really important project (until almost 5am). I just couldn't stop freaking out about the bugs. Literally, I could not be stopped. I was on a mission.

First, I noticed a few bugs lingering around the light on our bedroom ceiling. Then, I noticed that there were no longer a few bugs but seriously (I'm not kidding here), there were almost 200 bugs. After some major freaking out, I thought if I turned the light out, they would go away since it seemed they were attracted to the light. However, then I was just laying there in the darkness listening to their buzzing. We tried the iPhone app that scares the bugs away (and we witnessed at a friend's apartment in Paris that it does work), but the screeching noise meant to scare the bugs away was too much for us to handle.

Since the iPhone method was a no-go, we needed to figure something out and quick. My guy and I had conflicting view points on how to end the madness. He felt we should close the windows so no more bugs could get in. I couldn't comprehend how that could be a logical solution. Yes, no more bugs would be able to get in... but how the heck were all these bugs going to get out then?

I decided I would become.. Kaylan, the great exterminator (aka Kaylan, the crazy). I took the broom and started beating it against the ceiling (smearing some to the ceiling, causing some to fall all over the bed and floor). I took Windex and sprayed the bugs. It became a competition. I was counting - 1, 2, 3... 30... I wanted to get every last bug. In my mind, the big ones counted as double the points. I continued my tirade into the living room and bathroom and throughout the whole house.

Then, because I was disgusted at the mess I caused, I began to give the apartment a deep cleaning. I swept all the mosquito carcasses up and cleaned the bug smears off the walls. I felt this was a perfect time to dust everything, clean the toilet, shower, and vanity. Then, when I finished, I killed some more bugs and swept all the floors all over again. Did I mention it was 3am?

Anyone that passed by our apartment would think we were complete oddballs - the lady marching around with her brooms, the guy seriously trying to concentrate on his work while briefing his colleagues in China for a huge presentation. However, in reality, I'm sure anyone passing at 3am would be too exhausted (drunk) to take a second look.

In the end, I succeeded in killing enough bugs to comfortably fall asleep but seeing as it's only May, we need to find a solution. I love opening my windows! I think tonight we will head to the store to buy some citronella candles. Even as I write this, I see three big ones sitting in the corner. What are they doing? Do they eat the paint? This place is not big. They've got to get bored sometime soon, right? Then, will they tell their bug friends there's a crazy woman in there so they should stay out? God, I hope so!

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Checking in!

in my Aunt and Uncle's neighborhood
Venice
view from our lunch on the Grand Canal
my yummy pizza!
the beach at the island of Lido, where I put my feet in the Adriatic Sea
hiking in Dardago
The weekend is here! The world didn't end (although I never believed that in the first place). The weather is beautiful, and I suspect back on the East Coast of the states, too.

I have been enjoying myself thoroughly while in Italy. My Aunt and Uncle are wonderful tour guides and really make sure I don't miss a thing. We have traveled all around here. My uncle took me hiking yesterday and to some amazing look-out points. We went to Venice for a day. We drove to the top of the mountain, Piancavallo, which was both beautiful and frightening. We saw paragliders jumping off the mountain and flying through the air. I put my feet in the Adriatic Sea for the first time, and it was surprisingly very warm! We've visited old churches and ate authentic Italian. And, with them being stationed here, I've been able to go on base and enjoy some comforts of home, too! I've had Subway, Starbucks, and... a bagel!!

As I write to you now, I'm sitting here on their terrace which overlooks the vineyard. The sweet smell of flowers fills the air. The birds are flying around making their music. I hear the comforting sounds of lawn mowers (something I just don't hear living in a city). The breeze is cooling yet the sun is hot. I am drinking an American cup of coffee (I missed sitting with a cup of coffee for 30 minutes). I am totally at peace.

Today we are venturing to Trieste. It is right on the border of Slovenia. It is the meeting point for Western Europe and Central Europe. It is already almost 80 degrees and is supposed to be beautiful there, with beaches and castles. 

Off I go... more pictures to come!! Enjoy your weekend, too.

And, Happy Birthday to you, Mom!! You rock!

Monday, May 16, 2011

new home and other random thoughts.

This weekend I spent some time at Belflorissimo. It was a flower market in Belfort - but only for the weekend. I love fresh flowers. I love the smell. I love the way they look in the house. And, even if I buy them for myself, which is usually the case, there's something romantic about having fresh flowers. I was excited to look at all the flowers and to put some on our table, in our apartment... OUR apartment. Yay! Finally. This is really our first apartment.. together.. alone. I couldn't be more excited.

We spent all day Saturday running around to grocery stores to stock our cabinets and to home stores to buy much needed essentials. We were busy unpacking, organizing, reorganizing, and just getting settled. The apartment is so perfect, and I am so happy here. We even have a little backyard with a garden - I've already purchased mint and tomatoes but can't wait to buy more flowers, basil, etc. I see dollar signs involved here, but I really want to transform our little yard into an escape... with lights, a hammock, flowers, fresh herbs and veggies, some lounge chairs... hmm... and more!

All these new adventures and forward moving steps together with my love have me thinking a lot about love. And, I realized that the French language, one supposedly so romantic, doesn't have a word that deciphers between like and love. Doesn't that seem wrong? I feel like when you're in a relationship, it's a big step to say "I love you" after months or years of saying "I like you." In French, there's really no differentiating. If I want to say I like something, I say, "J'aime" (I like) but if I want to say I love something, I also say "J'aime" (I love). I told my teacher that I feel like a creep telling someone I like them because I think it sounds like I'm saying I love them. She said usually someone would say, "J'aime beaucoup" (I like a lot) if you're referring to liking something and just j'aime if you love it. So all this time I've been telling people "J'aime ma professeur," I've been sounding like I'm in love with her?? Couldn't this problem just be solved by having a separate word for love? Is that too much to ask?

Well, that's all I have time for today. I'm already feeling so at peace in my new home and anxious to accomplish more. I sat down and made breakfast and drank a cup of tea in my pajamas this morning. My guy and I have already shared fun meals together and late night sweet treats. That sure beats having to get all dressed and put makeup on to go get a snack at the hotel. Today, I want to do some gardening, deep cleaning, and then pack my bag because tomorrow I'm off to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Italy for a week!

Ciao friends! xx

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

La vita è bella!

My guy has been working on a project at work that has consumed his life. It has caused me a bit of heartache as I find myself doing everything alone. I eat by myself - breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I spend my days entertaining myself. I'm literally always alone. The thing about being alone all the time is it affords you too much time to think and sometimes thinking too much isn't a good thing. Sometimes my thoughts become my arch nemesis. So going on a little trip to be with a huge family was just what I needed this weekend, and it's just what I did.

When my guy's sister called me Thursday night to invite me to her house for the weekend, I was excited for the chance to be around people. I was excited to see the wife of my guy's oldest brother whom I haven't seen since arriving in France. I was excited to see all the little nieces and nephews. I was excited to talk to adults. I was excited to showcase my newly acquired French skills!

We departed early Saturday afternoon in what was sure to be an adventure. My love's middle brother rented an 8 passenger Mercedes van. When it pulled up to pick me up, I had to laugh. In it were his parents, his sister, his sister's husband, their 2 babies (one born last month and the other who turned 1 last month - both who were absolutely amazing for the long ride), the middle brother, and myself. I got to sit shot gun! His brother and sister asked me about my family and about home, we talked about television shows that were famous in France and did I know them. His brother was excited to ask me if I knew Baracuda which made me laugh. It was a great chance for me to improve my French and to bond with my new family. The only thing missing was my love who was, of course, working.

The reason for us all traveling to his sister's was because she bought a new house. We were all meeting there to celebrate her new home and the birth of the baby. It is Islamic tradition to kill a goat when a baby is born. They brought the goat back for a big BBQ. What better place to have a big family gathering than at her new home!

Upon arriving at his sister's house, I was in shock. She had sent me pictures of the house they'd purchased and it was... in need of repair. Repair it they did! Seriously, it should have been taped for a flip that house kind of show. The transformation was 360. The original house was unrecognizable. No details were missed. From the modern kitchen to the beautiful furniture from the amazing collection at French furniture manufacturer Collinet to the big terrace to the dreamy little girls' rooms to the bathroom with the big tub, I was seriously in awe. The house was so beautiful and as I told them so, they were so modest. I kept looking from the originals pictures on my iPhone to the house in live form. Wow!
before
after
before
after
So once I got the full tour, I set out to mingle with the family. My love grew up very differently than I did. I have one sister. He has 3 sisters and 2 brothers. I'm the youngest of 2. He's the youngest of 6. My sister is 18 month older than me. His oldest sister is 15 years older than him. In addition to his brother's and sister's, he has 2 nephews and 6 nieces. He has 3 brother-in-laws and a sister-in-law. His whole family speaks French and Arabic. They make me laugh trying to speak English. I find it to be very cute. His one sister speaks very well. He wasn't there to translate for me this weekend so I was forced to speak French which was perfect for me!

We ate delicious BBQ ranging from chicken to sausage to goat, shrimp cocktail, ratatouille, tabbouleh, salad, cakes, and bread. We drank Moroccan mint tea and tons of espresso. The weather was amazing. Everyone was in good spirits. I just can't stress enough what a warm, loving, and fun weekend it was. I loved watching the family dynamic - the guys joking with each other and sharing stories, the little girls playing, the 3 year old boy proudly fastening the Velcro on his sandals, the ladies coming with their hands wide open as their mother shared with them the goodies she brought from Morocco - olive oil, almonds, peanuts, honey, etc. She assured me that I, too, would share in this one day. With that being said, I got to leave with good memories and a hint of excitement for what the future has to bring.
view from the terrace

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

a sandwich worth mentioning.

I decided to write about this sandwich today because although I haven't tried it yet, my guy LOVES this sandwich. I stress the love because he seriously looks like he is having an outer body experience when he talks about it. It's simple to make. You can eat it hot or cold. It's savory and sweet. So, really, what's not to like?

Ingredients:
Goat Cheese, sliced
Tomato, sliced
Basil leaves, whole
Honey
Olive Oil
Bread of your choice
S&P as you like

It really is super easy to make. You can eat it cold on a baguette like my guy likes. On one side of the baguette, drizzle some olive oil. On the other side of the baguette, spread the honey. Slice the tomato and goat cheese. Add the basil leaves. Add some salt and pepper to taste. Voila!

I told my teacher about this sandwich and she had the same reaction when talking about it as my guy. She said, "You haven't tried this? It's amazing." As a former vegan, cheese is still kind of scary to me so I admit, goat cheese is a big step for me. I have been playing it safe with flavorless cheeses. Also, honey was always an iffy subject when it came to veganism so I haven't really acquired the palette for loving the taste of honey. However, I think the savory oil with the sweet honey is a match made in food heaven! Plus, my love's mother just returned from Morocco with honey straight from the comb! There's no better time than now to give it a try!

My teacher said she makes the sandwich the same way, but she leaves it open-faced. She puts it in the broiler and let's the cheese melt a little. Then, she puts the sandwich over a green salad. She drizzles some balsamic vinegar over that. She eats it with a fork and knife. Doesn't it sound divine? I think the addition of the sandwich over the green salad and with the balsamic drizzled over it may be just the extra ingredients I needed to give this a try!

Now, all I need is a kitchen :) If you give it a try, let me know what you think!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

mother dearest.

Thank you for being my my biggest fan, my best friend, and my role model. Thank you for not judging me. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for understanding that which I say and that which I do not say. Thank you for everything. You truly are in a class of your own. PPP, you're the wind beneath my wings. I love you!

Friday, May 6, 2011

weekend.

Ahhh the weekend has arrived! This weekend will take me to Forbach, a French town just 5 minutes from the German border (one I suspect is largely influenced by German culture). It is a 3 hour drive from here that I will happily take along with the French family (the babies, too!!). Unfortunately, my love won't be able to join us as he's working on something HUGE at work and the deadline is Sunday! 

Well, I'm off! Have a fabulous weekend everyone! Spend it with your Mother's because I sure wish I could!!

P.S. Zoom out 2x on my Google map of Forbach, look diagonally down and right. I bet that town is a Biitche to live in! :) 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Stereotypes. the French edition.




French culture is very visual as evidenced by the fashion, art, architecture, and everyday life. There have been many books written solely for the purpose of describing French culture. I admit that everyone has their own stereotypes, their own images of the French culture, but I imagined it like this (with the help of movies and the news):

By day: Sitting at a cafe, eating pastries, drinking espresso, smoking cigarettes, wearing a beret, and a thin scarf strategically tied around the neck.

By night: Trade the pastries for some cheese. Add wine. Double the cigarettes.

I haven't been living here long, but I have come to see that these images weren't too far fetched. Many French people do spend their afternoons sitting outside cafes. There are much more distinct meal times in France - an hour for lunch and an hour for dinner where as in America, much of our eating is done on the go (leading to frequent eating and obesity). French people do eat their pastries, drink a lot of "cafe" and a lot of wine, and eat a lot of (smelly) cheese. *Side Note: My French family always has a variety of cheeses on the table and they eat it before, during, or after the meal.

As far as the berets and thin scarves, I haven't seen much of that! I have seen a lot of people smoking though! More than a quarter of the population in France smokes. I saw a mother light a cigarette for herself and then light another and hand it to her (barely) 15 year old daughter last week - I was flabbergasted, seriously. However, in recent years, France has taken big strides to combat smoking - even eliminating it in public areas in some cases.

I've made a list of some other common stereotypes of French people. 
  • Stinky
  • Women don't shave
  • Lazy
  • Rude
  • Baguette carrying
  • American hating
  • More romantic
Many Americans think the French are smelly and that the women don't shave. Although I don't have actual proof, I have been assured that the French women do, indeed, shave. However, I can assure you that I have witnessed firsthand the "stinky" stereotype to be (somewhat) true. While I am not here to say that the majority of the French don't bathe, I have come across quite a few who take my breath away - and not in a good way. I often find myself pinching my nose or holding my breathe when getting too close to people in shops or while in town. I can tolerate a little after a workout stench but after a week's worth of workouts, 10 packs of cigarettes, and a back covered in dandruff, you need a shower and a good shampoo.

I personally cannot debate the issue of laziness in France yet since I am not actually working. However, my teacher and my guy lead me to believe this is the case. My teacher often says, "French people are very lazy." It seems that people here take the 35 hour work week quite literally. When it is time to leave, they are already packed and walking out the door. Perhaps sticking to the 35 hours assigned to them is more important than looking good to their bosses or bettering their work. Or perhaps they just value family and want to get home... so who am I to criticize, because I would much prefer it be the lather. And, I certainly wish my own guy would work a 35 hour work week... that would be nice.

I have found a lot of people to be rude in France and I will tell you why. First, I find that I often hold doors for people and never get a thank you. I also had a horrible experience where I wanted to eat at a restaurant here. I was asking to see a menu and for a table, admittedly in my poor French, and the staff told me they didn't have a table for 1. The restaurant had maybe 2 people in it... the rest of the tables were open. I was so upset/mad/pissed. I have never seen service like that in a restaurant. Another example I have is a time I prepared a meal for someone who didn't like it and proceeded to throw it out in front of me. First, if you don't like it, don't throw it out. It's a complete waste. Second, it's... RUDE! There were definitely other alternatives... Try saying something like, "Wow. This is so filling! I wish I could finish it all but I just can't." I was always taught, if you don't like something, "Too bad. Eat it."

BUT... at the same time, I have found many French to be courteous, generous, welcoming, and helpful to me. When traveling, I have struggled to converse and they always do their best to help. On the streets, I find people smile or say "Bonjour" frequently. I find that his family is always going out of their way to make sure I am adapting, and I truly appreciate that. So, perhaps the very things I find to be rude could just be.. cultural differences. I'm still trying to figure it all out.

The baguette carrying stereotype is so funny to me. Because, it's true! At the end of the day, everyone stops and buys bread for the family. They always have fresh bread. It's funny to see everyone walking home with a baguette in their hand.

I have found the American-hating stereotype to be completely untrue. I think the French people are very good at differentiating the government in America and the American people. There may be some French people who dislike Americans, but for the most part, I am greeted with something of a sense of awe when I say I am American. In fact, French teens and young adults adore and try to emulate Americans.

As for the French are more romantic stereotype, all I can say is perhaps the French believe this myth too much. A seductive accent and a guy that doesn't dress like a slob is much more common here than in America, but that obviously doesn't make someone more romantic. My French man is loving and caring, but romantic...sadly, not even a little. I really think being romantic or not has nothing to do with where you live but more to do with one's individual self or perhaps other considerations such as the way one was raised, the way one's parents were with each other, etc.

Well, these stereotypes are just things I have heard, witnessed, and are obviously from my point of view. I haven't been to every part of France and just like in the United States, France has many regions with very unique cultures in each of them. So take it with a grain of salt but feel free to comment :)

      xx from France :)