Sunday, March 15, 2009
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road...
Last weekend, I spent three days in Scotland visiting Shona, my forever-young and wonderful babysitter! When I arrived, there were fields beyond fields of sheep and as I exited the plane, a hug rainbow welcomed me back! While there, I got to know Derek (Shona’s boyfriend with a heart of gold), Lucy (her adorable dog) and Creamy (the wild cat). It was great to be back and to see that not very much has changed. We visited all of my childhood sights, like my old house, the base, my school, downtown Edzell, the Blue Door, etc! We had time to visit a castle, east at some great restaurants (I had a spoonful of haggis, sticky-toffee pudding, and “banoffee” pie), and even visited the farm where Derek works to see the newly-arrived calves! On the way back to France, my backpack was LOADED with Scottish candy so I have a pretty lasting supply of fruit pastilles and Cadbury chocolate! Tee hee. It was sad to say goodbye but it is all the more reason to plan a trip back as soon as possible!!!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
"I do"...kinda
A couple of nights ago, I met a friend of my host brother’s whose name was Frederick. After he left, Colette explained to me that his fiancée lives in Paris and that they commute often to see each other. My next question, which seemed logical to me, was “When are they going to get married?” The response was a loud laugh followed by, “They are not going to get married, they are ‘pacsés’” (pronounced p-axe-ay). Baffled, I asked her what this meant and learned something very interesting on the subject of marriage in France.
Many French couples are choosing not to get married these days. Due to a sharp rise in the divorce rate coinciding with a decline in religious participation, most young couples are opting for something different from marriage—more liberal and less ceremonial. This option, called “pacser” or “PACS”, grants couples the right to be together officially but provides an easy “exit-route”, so-to-say, if needed. It is similar to a civil union but more loose. Since divorces can be expensive and monetarily devastating for one or both parties, many French are choosing this cushion or safety-net--if the couple breaks, each party takes whatever started as their property or money without argument. This situation grants couples the possibility to jointly buy a house, adopt a child, or to make other similar official decisions. The couples still wear rings and are officially recognized as “pacsé.”
After hearing this explanation, I made a statement about how this union is similar to those proposed for homosexual couples in certain states in the US. Colette told me that it started here as a manner for homosexual marriage and was nationally voted into utilization by a large part of the French population. The idea was so popular that heterosexual couples began opting for it and now it is certainly “à la mode,” more so than getting married!
Many French couples are choosing not to get married these days. Due to a sharp rise in the divorce rate coinciding with a decline in religious participation, most young couples are opting for something different from marriage—more liberal and less ceremonial. This option, called “pacser” or “PACS”, grants couples the right to be together officially but provides an easy “exit-route”, so-to-say, if needed. It is similar to a civil union but more loose. Since divorces can be expensive and monetarily devastating for one or both parties, many French are choosing this cushion or safety-net--if the couple breaks, each party takes whatever started as their property or money without argument. This situation grants couples the possibility to jointly buy a house, adopt a child, or to make other similar official decisions. The couples still wear rings and are officially recognized as “pacsé.”
After hearing this explanation, I made a statement about how this union is similar to those proposed for homosexual couples in certain states in the US. Colette told me that it started here as a manner for homosexual marriage and was nationally voted into utilization by a large part of the French population. The idea was so popular that heterosexual couples began opting for it and now it is certainly “à la mode,” more so than getting married!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Katie came to town!!!
Well I finally got the wonderful and magnificent Katie Lutts out of the country! Yayayayay! That’s right folks, last week I was graced by the presence of my best friend in the whole wide world! Katie arrived early Saturday afternoon and we didn’t waste any time in getting down to sight-seeing business! Saturday night we attended a fantastic ballet at the infamous Opera Garnier (the theatre of the “Phantom of the Opera”) to see the nephew of my host-mother. The next two days were spent visiting all of the must-see sights, like the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Place de la Concorde, Sacre-Coeur, Moulin Rouge, etc. We finished the Paris visit with a charming yet chilly night-time boat tour on the Seine. Then we headed down to Montpellier where we visited my host parents, touched the Mediterranean, and ate as many “sandwichs americains” as possible! I had the most wonderful week and loved every second of having Katie here!
I have attached some photos below of Katie’s visit as well as some pictures that I took Sunday at a parade near Montpellier. The end of February through the middle of March is considered “Le Carnaval.” It is a celebration of the end of winter and the start of spring. Usually there are fairs and parades with people dressed in costumes and masks. This particular parade was in a very small town and yet I was still impressed by the floats and costumes. I hope that you are as well!
I have attached some photos below of Katie’s visit as well as some pictures that I took Sunday at a parade near Montpellier. The end of February through the middle of March is considered “Le Carnaval.” It is a celebration of the end of winter and the start of spring. Usually there are fairs and parades with people dressed in costumes and masks. This particular parade was in a very small town and yet I was still impressed by the floats and costumes. I hope that you are as well!
KATIE'S VISIT
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Dancing the Night Away!
Last night was certainly a dance extravaganza for my roommates and me. The son of our host parents, Mathieu, offered to take the three of us out for a night of dancing. We began our night at 11:00 p.m. by going to a special “West Coast Swing” soirée thrown by a dance company here. All of the dancers assumed that we knew this dance since it originated in the U.S., but boy were they mistaken! I hate to say that the three of us did not do well in representing Americans at this particular dance-off! I was quite surprised by the version of swing that everyone was dancing. I expected peppy fifties music with fast and happy footwork but I was quite wrong. The French dance “swing” much slower and in a much more sensual and seductive manner. To top off my surprise, they were all dancing to modern American songs like “Bleeding Love” or “With You”. WHAT?! I was utterly confused by how this type of dance had managed to change so much between its origins in the U.S. and what I saw here in France! It was absolutely bizarre.
At 1:00 am, Mathieu told us we were leaving and thus I mentally prepared myself for our arrival back home. Oh, was I wrong—the night was yet young in the eyes of the French! Next we found ourselves at a discotheque just outside of the city. While it would normally cost twelve euros for an entrance fee, we got in free thanks to Mathieu’s friendship with the bouncer guy. As we entered, I was plunged into darkness and strobe lights, loud techno music, and intense heat. I was surrounded by young people ranging in age from 16 to 25ish. Everyone was permitted to drink and it was strange for me to be around high-schoolers with beers in their hands, completely legal. The city of Montpellier provides a cheap and popular bus service at night, with service all night, to all of the discotheques, attempting to protect against drunk drivers. We stayed at the discotheque for over an hour and then Mathieu agreed to call it an “early night” and brought us home. My head didn’t hit the pillow until around 3:30 a.m., early huh? The truth is that here in France, most young people, from high school age up until late twenties, stay out until five or six in the morning. Personally, I like to be asleep BEFORE the sun starts to rise but, to each his own. The French sure do have stamina!
At 1:00 am, Mathieu told us we were leaving and thus I mentally prepared myself for our arrival back home. Oh, was I wrong—the night was yet young in the eyes of the French! Next we found ourselves at a discotheque just outside of the city. While it would normally cost twelve euros for an entrance fee, we got in free thanks to Mathieu’s friendship with the bouncer guy. As we entered, I was plunged into darkness and strobe lights, loud techno music, and intense heat. I was surrounded by young people ranging in age from 16 to 25ish. Everyone was permitted to drink and it was strange for me to be around high-schoolers with beers in their hands, completely legal. The city of Montpellier provides a cheap and popular bus service at night, with service all night, to all of the discotheques, attempting to protect against drunk drivers. We stayed at the discotheque for over an hour and then Mathieu agreed to call it an “early night” and brought us home. My head didn’t hit the pillow until around 3:30 a.m., early huh? The truth is that here in France, most young people, from high school age up until late twenties, stay out until five or six in the morning. Personally, I like to be asleep BEFORE the sun starts to rise but, to each his own. The French sure do have stamina!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Words Heard Around the World
As you can probably guess, this blog is in response to the recent inauguration of our new president, Mr. Barack Obama. On Tuesday afternoon, every French man and woman eagerly scampered home from work early in order to watch the live broadcast. Christian and Colette both came scurrying into the house and turned the TV on to watch the speech, dubbed in French. I could hear Obama's words as well as the dubbed version and must say that I believe that the magic and elegance of some of his speech was certainly lost in translation. I had to watch the speech a second time in English to hear the true poetry of his words.
The afternoon before the inauguration, I was in a class on French society where, in honor of the day, we spoke briefly about the US president. My French professor shared two interesting facts with us. The first was that the French find Barack Obama to be a beacon of hope, undoubtedly. However, they do not consider him to be black since his mother was white, making him of a "mixed race". While his election is considered a grand and liberal success, the French do not refer to him as a black president. I think that many Americans are proud to have a black president when, in all (literal) reality, we are only halfway there.
The second topic of conversation was in regard to our separation of church and state in the US. The professor questioned us about it and we proudly defended the need for a complete separation of the two. She then proceeded to call us hypocrites in highlighting how Obama swears his oath of presidency on the Bible after a national prayer is shared. I had honestly never noticed how church and state are NOT completely separate in the US until she made this point. It really is a bit hypocritical of us all and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that French liberalism was proving me wrong yet again.
The afternoon before the inauguration, I was in a class on French society where, in honor of the day, we spoke briefly about the US president. My French professor shared two interesting facts with us. The first was that the French find Barack Obama to be a beacon of hope, undoubtedly. However, they do not consider him to be black since his mother was white, making him of a "mixed race". While his election is considered a grand and liberal success, the French do not refer to him as a black president. I think that many Americans are proud to have a black president when, in all (literal) reality, we are only halfway there.
The second topic of conversation was in regard to our separation of church and state in the US. The professor questioned us about it and we proudly defended the need for a complete separation of the two. She then proceeded to call us hypocrites in highlighting how Obama swears his oath of presidency on the Bible after a national prayer is shared. I had honestly never noticed how church and state are NOT completely separate in the US until she made this point. It really is a bit hypocritical of us all and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that French liberalism was proving me wrong yet again.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Winter Wonderland Vacation
Woohoo, I never thought that it would feel so good to be back in Montpellier! After nearly a month of traveling, it is nice to be in a place that feels like home. I am living with a new host family just outside of the center of the city, and I LOVE IT! Colette and Christian, my host parents, are absolutely adorable and as sweet as can be. I feel like a part of the family already!
My winter vacation was a series of WONDERFUL trips! I began by visiting a quaint German town named Garmisch-Partenkirchen where I enjoyed Weiner-schnitzel and hearty German sausages. Then I traveled back to France and spent 4 days in an adorable city called Strasbourg. This city, known as the “Capital of Christmas” for its stupendous Christmas markets, is a great mix of French and German architecture, cuisine, and culture. I bought far too much and ate enough choucroute (traditional Alsacian dish with sauerkraut, potatoes, ham, hotdogs, and sausage) to feed an entire village! Then it was on to Paris…
My arrival in the “City of Lights” marked the end of my voyage with Ellen, my UB travel buddy, and the start of some family time. Aaron flew into Paris to be with me on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day while my dad arrived on the 26th. After wishing Aaron “au revoir”, my dad and I started our French adventure with the Parisian highlight being the discovery of the Musee de l’Orangerie, where one can be engulfed by the masterpieces of Monet. We headed south on the 28th, ate some beef burgundy and a croque madame, and arrived to our luxurious hotel in Lyon after seeing the sights.
Next, we headed to Nimes where we rang in the New Year with a 7-course meal and entertaining new friends. After Nimes, we were on to Provence and the land of lavender (Dad was beyond pleased!) and then to Nice. The weather was warm and sunny in Nice and my dad and I didn’t hesitate to pass an afternoon relaxing on the beach! Nice was my favorite city on the tour due to its mix of Italian and French cultures as well as the best food, for sure! We had time to visit Monaco as well before we finished in Montpellier, where it SNOWED (something rare in this area)!
I have tried to select pictures that show some memorable sights or moments during the trip. Enjoy!
My winter vacation was a series of WONDERFUL trips! I began by visiting a quaint German town named Garmisch-Partenkirchen where I enjoyed Weiner-schnitzel and hearty German sausages. Then I traveled back to France and spent 4 days in an adorable city called Strasbourg. This city, known as the “Capital of Christmas” for its stupendous Christmas markets, is a great mix of French and German architecture, cuisine, and culture. I bought far too much and ate enough choucroute (traditional Alsacian dish with sauerkraut, potatoes, ham, hotdogs, and sausage) to feed an entire village! Then it was on to Paris…
My arrival in the “City of Lights” marked the end of my voyage with Ellen, my UB travel buddy, and the start of some family time. Aaron flew into Paris to be with me on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day while my dad arrived on the 26th. After wishing Aaron “au revoir”, my dad and I started our French adventure with the Parisian highlight being the discovery of the Musee de l’Orangerie, where one can be engulfed by the masterpieces of Monet. We headed south on the 28th, ate some beef burgundy and a croque madame, and arrived to our luxurious hotel in Lyon after seeing the sights.
Next, we headed to Nimes where we rang in the New Year with a 7-course meal and entertaining new friends. After Nimes, we were on to Provence and the land of lavender (Dad was beyond pleased!) and then to Nice. The weather was warm and sunny in Nice and my dad and I didn’t hesitate to pass an afternoon relaxing on the beach! Nice was my favorite city on the tour due to its mix of Italian and French cultures as well as the best food, for sure! We had time to visit Monaco as well before we finished in Montpellier, where it SNOWED (something rare in this area)!
I have tried to select pictures that show some memorable sights or moments during the trip. Enjoy!
GARMISCH-PARTENKIRCHEN
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