Month: December 2010

The knock-outs in the center are Frédérique and Melinda, of course. The lucky guys on the ends are Laurent and me. Just think what two incredibly attractive women like this COULD be doing on New Year’s Eve in France if they put their minds to it… Instead, when this photo was taken they were about to have dinner with us. What might they be thinking? Is this the best we can do? Earlier I posted about 20 years of marriage. Now it’s about a New Year’s Eve dinner with attractive women in France. Am I blessed or what?

So, yes, we had dinner at a very fashionable French restaurant in Nantes called “Le 1” that was chosen by Frédérique and Laurent. To get a sense of how hip this place is, check out their website. The meal was 4 courses over 4 hours, paired with wines selected by Laurent. How many of you got to have a real live Frenchmen not only pair wines for your New Year’s Eve dinner (and 20th anniversary), but sit with you and translate the menu?! What fun we had, complete with a very goofy ringing in of the new year that involved shooting little balls at each other (and the other patrons) through things I can best describe as pea shooters on steroids. After doing that, we even took to the dance floor and boogied (yes, I used the word boogied) to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

After dinner we went to the house of Laurent (yes, another Laurent) and Sandrine, where we sat chatting until about 4am. Frédérique continues to promise me that she is laughing with me and not at me. I’m not so sure, especially after writing out on a piece of paper what sound Americans say a rooster makes. Cock a doodle doo, right?

Today’s occasion deserves a rule being broken. And I’ll do it in one of two ways. Either I’ll post twice, starting with this one, obviously. Or I’ll make this posting and then delete it, putting up another later.

You see, Melinda & I were married 20 years ago today. We did it in a style that most define as “eloping,” given that we didn’t really tell anyone of our plans. But unlike the stereotypical elopement that involves deciding on the spot to go off and get married, Melinda and I made the decision two months earlier. We spent the ensuing time planning exactly how we wanted to get married and how we then wanted others to learn of it. Critical to this plan was “kidnapping” the two people responsible for us meeting, our buddies Kevin and Bruce, so they could be our witnesses. We managed that, then drove to the Justice of the Peace for our pre-arranged wedding time, 4:30pm in Seattle. After that it was a quick sip of champagne in the parking lot, the cork flying high into the night sky and then coming back to earth to be caught by Bruce before hitting the ground. We drove to tell our parents, including a 45 mile drive in the snow to reach Melinda’s parents at Alpental in the Cascade Mountains, before finally arriving at a New Year’s Eve party Melinda was supposed to be hosting with her sister.

This is really the only photo that came out of our wedding itself. If you look closely, you’ll see I’m wearing “our” (read: Melinda’s) wedding ring. That’s a story in itself.

Tonight we are having dinner with Frédérique and Laurent in Nantes. What a wonderful 20 years it’s been, time that includes two wonderful children and the creation of a school. And get this. We really like each other.

Pictured on the right in this photo is Dorothy, our incredible next door neighbor in Seattle. We credit Dorothy for the fact that we are living in that house (when we are living in Seattle, of course). When we bought it in 1998, it was a “for sale by owner” and the owner wasn’t present. We had it shown to us by Dorothy. Now 1998 was a crazy time for real estate, especially in Seattle. People were offering more than the asking price on houses, and getting into bidding wars with others. We made our best offer, even stretching a bit, and were thrilled when our offer was accepted. Then we later learned that someone had offered a little bit more. Why was our offer accepted? Dorothy recommended us. Thank you, Dorothy!

Just a few minutes ago we finished a Skype session with Dorothy, courtesy of another of our incredible neighbors, Janet, pictured on the left. We wanted to wish Dorothy a happy birthday, given she turns 92 tomorrow. Yes, 92. And she still lives by herself and is a capable daylight driver. She is also incredibly sharp. She told us today the story of a relative who had died at 90 by falling into a mill pond, remembering how old 90 seemed at the time. Today she said, “Oh, 90. That is so young.”

So meet Dorothy, young at 92.

First, before explaining today’s title and photo, let me just throw out a question. What is it about people visiting us who think they must sneak out of town before the crack of dawn? Last month my parents left Nantes at around 5am, and today Brenda, Greg & Perrin did about the same. Are we so embarrassing that people need to depart under the cover of darkness? On top of that, Greg had to leave with some kind of stomach ailment. So not only are our guests making a break for it before the sun rises, some are getting sick in the process.

Fair warning to the rest of you who have thought about a visit…

Okay. So last week Chloe went to significant effort to prepare a way for Perrin to make a “gingerbread” house. She bought large cookies to act as the gingerbread, as well as a variety of candies and sugars for decoration purposes. Along with Ella and a series of adults, they spent an afternoon building their city which they aptly titled, in honor of Seattle’s “Candy Cane Lane, “ “La Ville de Sucre d’Orge.” The translation of this, assuming we got it right, is “Candy Cane City.”

Yes, I know, there are not any candy canes in the city. Stop being so picky. I haven’t seen a candy cane in any of the stores. Chocolate of all holiday kinds, yes. Candy canes, no.

Frédérique and Laurent invited us over for a wonderful French lunch today. Trying to express in words the gourmet meal served by Frédérique, complemented by the incredible wines chosen and served by Laurent, would not begin to give the meal its just due. Let me just say that we were treated like royalty, down to the Boudeaus sharing with us some of their most special wines that are served only on the most significant of occasions.

So instead of telling you about the meal, let me say that it was tremendous fun watching Perrin play with some of Manon’s old toys. Manon had packed away a couple of Barbies and related accessories, and Perrin lit up with delight at the opportunity to play with them. Before long, Chloe, Manon, Ella and Perrin were all playing. I suggested to Romain that he join in (I mean there was even a Ken available if gender concern was what was stopping him), but he really wasn’t having it. Then I learned that he wasn’t feeling too well. That certainly explained things.

After lunch Greg set up his camera’s timer to take this group photo. We missed out including Annabelle as she had to leave by then. Take a close look at Chloe. That’s her new haircut, done just today at the place where Manon gets her hair done. I won’t say anything about which hair she had cut or my offer to cut her hair, any of them, for less than what she (read: we) paid. No, I won’t mention that.

And now for the sports news…

American Perrin Somers set a new record in the luge today, putting clear distance on her rivals in the third of her four runs on the Nant’ arctique 2010 course, open only for a short time in Nantes, France. For only 1 Euro, Perrin and others in her age bracket were offered four opportunities, referred to here in France as “descents,” to sled down this manmade, outdoor ice/sledding hill located in the shadow of the city’s impressive cathedral. There were three different tracks to try and Perrin had her record-breaking run on the one in the middle. To this reporter’s eye, there did seem to be a speed bias favoring those luge performers who chose this middle lane.

Asked afterwards about her experience on the luge course, Perrin responded that she is more accustomed to sledding on snow than ice. That did not seem to slow the American who overcame a rough start to her day, necessitating a trip to the pharmacy for medicine to combat a winter cough that has developed over the last few days, to complete today’s impressive run. Afterwards, Perrin accompanied members of her family on a shopping excursion on the Ile de Nantes.

If today’s experience is any indication, the international luge community has not heard the last from this young athlete.

I’m posting late tonight because we just finished hosting our wonderfully fun dinner party with the Boudeau/Barron family. The patriarch of the Barron family is Joël (second from the right), father of Frédérique and Annabelle. Joël is fast friends with Dwight and Michele and it is basically that relationship that has fueled the connection between our families. It’s safe to say that if Dwight & Michele had not developed the depth of relationship they did with Joël and his late wife Monique we would not be living in Nantes. This kind of thing often gets me wondering about the small seeds we are planting all the time. What might their blooms look like a month from now, a year from now or, like in the case with this relationship, more than a couple of decades from now? This one certainly has created some lovely and significant friendships.

So today was an important day in that Joël was present along with the Boudeaus and Annabelle’s family. Of course all of the Shaws were present, making the grand total of people at tonight’s dinner 17. Michele made one of my favorite dishes, a longtime family favorite she calls Alpental Lamb Stew (I call it Disco Stew because, as I say, “It makes me want to dance.”). Greg & I contributed 3 dozen oysters that we bought at the neighborhood oyster truck. We also had roasted vegetables, salad and a collection of desserts.

As good as the food was, the company was better. To make an understatement, it was a memorable night.

It’s been very quiet in our neighborhood today. Well, quiet is a relative term. A group of us went for a walk around 3pm and saw very few people out. Very few cars, too, and the couple of buses and trams we saw were virtually empty. There was the family in a car that asked me for directions (to McDonalds of all things!), but they were quite quiet, even the two kids in carseats in the backseat.

On the other hand, Perrin was quite animated this morning, coming down the stairs to see what Santa had brought her. She learned that in France Santa leaves presents in your shoes which are set by the fireplace. To be safe, though, she brought along her Christmas stocking from home. Lo and behold, both her shoes and her stocking had presents in them, perhaps in deference to the 4 year-old American girl in France on Christmas morning. Santa is very wise, you know. So, yes, Perrin was animated but that’s not to say she was loud. I had the privilege of seeing her open her gifts from Santa while Chloe and Ella, and everyone else other than her parents, was still “snug in their beds.”

I’m writing at the point between dinner and dessert. We had the same incredibly delicious duck dinner that Frédérique fixed for us in November when my parents were in town. I wanted to make sure Greg got a chance to taste it. And we’re about to have the last of the apple pies Melinda made with my mom during that visit. I can smell it as it finishes in the oven. Marking our places at the dinner table tonight are these cookies, made by Chloe and personalized by Brenda.

As Christmases go, this one ain’t bad.

Soon after we got all the plans solidified for the sabbatical, Melinda’s parents started working out the details that would make it possible for the entire Shaw family to spend Christmas in France. We have spent the last several Christmas Eves at Melinda’s and my house in Seattle, and tonight are more than thrilled to continue the tradition in Nantes.

I’m writing just past 9pm and the rest of the family is waiting for me to join them. We just finished dinner and are about to open presents, the Shaw family tradition being to open family gifts on Christmas Eve.

As such, tonight’s post is purposefully brief and filled with nothing but holiday cheer.

Merry Christmas from Nantes!!

Let me start out by saying there is not a shortage of topics I could choose to write and post a picture about right now. Not only are the opportunities for something fun and interesting increased by the presence of family (most significantly, a 4 year-old), we have the holiday season helping to create great memories. For instance, today Chloe created an opportunity for Perrin, Ella and herself to make “gingerbread” houses, a significant holiday tradition for us in Seattle. Greg and I took several photos of the decorating and, indeed, many of these are “blog-worthy.” But I was won over by the incredible snowstorm we had last night and decided to use this photo of the three girls making a snowman on our back patio in the midst of it.

Within a couple of hours we had 3 or 4 inches of snow on the ground. And it was those classic huge flakes that pile up fast and are perfect for snowballs and snowmen (and sledding and everything else). Greg and I came out and joined the girls in a little snowball “fight,” before the five of us ventured out for a walk in the snow and otherwise enjoy the quiet that comes during an evening snowfall. We walked over to the racetrack and wandered around there before heading home, a tad bit cold and wet.

Alas, the snow is all gone today, save the two snowmen made in our backyard. They are pretty funny (and a little bit sad) to look at, listing as they are in the wind and rain. Melinda glanced out at just the right time to see the carrot nose fall off one of them…