Alors I just lugged back 5 bottles of 2006 Bordeaux up the hills in the snow for 30minutes chez moi. I was dying and on the verge of rolling down and just die, but the image of my family sipping them and being tipsy with love and gratitude kept me going.
3 more weeks, am so excited to come home! If only I can bring home some Brie, Baguettes and Milles Feuilles, this would be the best Christmas ever!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Rome
So I went to the Vatican today and start mixing up Basilica St. Peter with Basilicum St. Peter. I guess it's not that bad if only it didnt make me hungry everytime I say that.
Plus last night I had the best lasagna in my life.
And this morning I had the best espresso in my life.
The best thing is everytime someone speaks to me in Italian I start seeing little Mario and little Luigi running around near his face.
Italy is fun.
Plus last night I had the best lasagna in my life.
And this morning I had the best espresso in my life.
The best thing is everytime someone speaks to me in Italian I start seeing little Mario and little Luigi running around near his face.
Italy is fun.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Alors je suis rentrée à Paris hier soir :)
Today, EggLady and I wanted to take a long walk today in an attempt to feel less like fatasses after 2 weeks in Spain. We got changed and start making plans on which route to take. We opened the front door and felt the breeze and decided to go back in and cancel the walk. After much debacle, we forced ourselves down to the common room to work.
If anyone living in our building should wonder what are those weird noises from the common room, it's us. This is why.
Today, EggLady and I wanted to take a long walk today in an attempt to feel less like fatasses after 2 weeks in Spain. We got changed and start making plans on which route to take. We opened the front door and felt the breeze and decided to go back in and cancel the walk. After much debacle, we forced ourselves down to the common room to work.
If anyone living in our building should wonder what are those weird noises from the common room, it's us. This is why.
Friday, November 19, 2010
The best thing to end your visit in a country is to shop in the supermarket of another country for the first time.
Je suis heureux de pouvoir revenir chez Auchan!
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As I witness the clock moving slowly, with its grace and definite manner, I began to think. After fooling around for 3 weeks travelling and eating, it somewhat scares me to go back to the responsibilities. Being here filled me with doubts in the beginning, missing that plane to Paris might not be that great of an idea and I struggled with that thought of dumbness. Could it be that following your emotions cause only damages?
I had a conversation about happiness (en francais, oui) with a friend in Vienna yesterday and it brightened my day. The question is whether one can be happier when one follows one's heart or to follow one's head? Can it be that we are happier when we just try to be less than selfish, to help others along the way and that should be enough? If one prefers to follow one's heart, how do one truly know what one truly desires? For emotions can be a fooler, thieves of time because it takes years to adequately understand one's heart.
For it takes no time to fall in love but years to know what love is-Jason Mraz.
That regret is beginning to subside with the realization of gratitude. The freedom to be able to live and make mistakes, to fall and learn, to get lost and be found again. The freedom to think and realize nothing is ever a mistake, merely a lesson in disguise.
These past couple of weeks I have been struggling with the lingering desire to understand. The want to know what I want, the longing to acknowledge and take the steps to make it real. I have little progress in that so far, and how that frustrated me. I felt confused, lost. Yet again does anyone know what one truly wants? A part of the blessed few, I sit here pondering on whether most of us has been asleep all these time through life.
Amartya Sen once said that human development can only be achieved when there is freedom, I made a speech on that for my graduation. Maybe its time to live according to what I preached.
Je suis heureux de pouvoir revenir chez Auchan!
--
As I witness the clock moving slowly, with its grace and definite manner, I began to think. After fooling around for 3 weeks travelling and eating, it somewhat scares me to go back to the responsibilities. Being here filled me with doubts in the beginning, missing that plane to Paris might not be that great of an idea and I struggled with that thought of dumbness. Could it be that following your emotions cause only damages?
I had a conversation about happiness (en francais, oui) with a friend in Vienna yesterday and it brightened my day. The question is whether one can be happier when one follows one's heart or to follow one's head? Can it be that we are happier when we just try to be less than selfish, to help others along the way and that should be enough? If one prefers to follow one's heart, how do one truly know what one truly desires? For emotions can be a fooler, thieves of time because it takes years to adequately understand one's heart.
For it takes no time to fall in love but years to know what love is-Jason Mraz.
That regret is beginning to subside with the realization of gratitude. The freedom to be able to live and make mistakes, to fall and learn, to get lost and be found again. The freedom to think and realize nothing is ever a mistake, merely a lesson in disguise.
These past couple of weeks I have been struggling with the lingering desire to understand. The want to know what I want, the longing to acknowledge and take the steps to make it real. I have little progress in that so far, and how that frustrated me. I felt confused, lost. Yet again does anyone know what one truly wants? A part of the blessed few, I sit here pondering on whether most of us has been asleep all these time through life.
Amartya Sen once said that human development can only be achieved when there is freedom, I made a speech on that for my graduation. Maybe its time to live according to what I preached.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Am currently reading about conjugating French l'imparfait online in Madrid. I was in Southern Spain for a week of sun-searching with a friend the Egg Lady-only to decide to miss our plane back to Paris and stay here in Spain for another week. We parted our own ways in Valencia, me bussing it up to Madrid while she stays with her new beau.
Alors on my last free week of my exchange in France I am in Spain reading about French grammar.
The question is how did this became my life. How is it possible that after my exchange in France the highest chance is that I will come back not speaking French? How is it possible that the French experience I enjoyed is visible only from my extra layer of fat slash joy and a deepening appreciation and adoration for wine and cheese and everything buttery?
As I sit here taking a cookie break from my grammar page, I cannot help but to wonder which Spanish city I prefer most. Granada because they give you free tapas when you order bebidas, Valencia because they give you free bebidas when you order tapas. Plus there is also a beach involved in Malaga.
D'accord. J'ai besoin d'un lifeplan. Or an epiphany or any directions from above or here or down for that matter.
Alors on my last free week of my exchange in France I am in Spain reading about French grammar.
The question is how did this became my life. How is it possible that after my exchange in France the highest chance is that I will come back not speaking French? How is it possible that the French experience I enjoyed is visible only from my extra layer of fat slash joy and a deepening appreciation and adoration for wine and cheese and everything buttery?
As I sit here taking a cookie break from my grammar page, I cannot help but to wonder which Spanish city I prefer most. Granada because they give you free tapas when you order bebidas, Valencia because they give you free bebidas when you order tapas. Plus there is also a beach involved in Malaga.
D'accord. J'ai besoin d'un lifeplan. Or an epiphany or any directions from above or here or down for that matter.
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