Tag: French Sabbatical

Shhh… I have to type quietly this morning because people are still sleeping. I got up early to plug my computer into the TV so I could watch cartoons while eating a bowl of French Frosted Flakes, or what on the box says, “Glacés au Sucre Corn Flakes” (literally, frozen sugar corn flakes). Either it’s 1970 or I’m having a mid-life crisis. Regardless, it’s the perfect Saturday morning in September. Clear and crisp outside. Quiet inside. No school. Cartoons. Frosted Flakes.

In today’s episode of “Underdog,” Dr. Simon Bar Sinister, the wickedest man in the world, has invented a device that can suck up the world’s water supply, distorting its molecules so it all fits nicely into a valise. People will have to come to him to get their water! Will Underdog be able to save the day?

Yes, of course, sillies. Underdog saves the day.

Yesterday, Chloe told me that some of my blog postings seem kind of silly and pointless. I’m not sure, but I think this had something to do with me kissing fire hydrants. Thank goodness today’s posting isn’t one of the pointless ones! In fact, and you Seinfeld fans should get this reference, I’ve started referring to pictures and experiences here in France as being “Blog-worthy.” Having found Frosted Flakes in the cereal aisle of the grocery store, I knew today’s entry would make the cut.

Oh, does anyone know how I can get some Brown-Sugar Cinnamon Frosted Pop Tarts? Next Saturday is just a week away and I think H.R. Pufnstuf is going to have to save Jimmy and Freddy the talking flute from Witchiepoo. I need something full of vitamins and minerals, part of a balanced breakfast.

Regular readers of this blog will recognize I have a “thing” for French fire hydrants. It’s true, I think they’re sexy. Apparently, though, I’m not the only one who is taken by them. While walking in the center of Nantes the other day, Melinda discovered a street exhibition devoted to, yep, you guessed it, fire hydrants. She could hardly wait to share it with me.

We visited not just once, but twice. I think I took more photos of it than I did of the Nantes racetrack. Heck, I may have taken more photos of it than there are photos displayed in it. But what a wonderful thing. As I said weeks ago, the French know how to take something like a fire hydrant and make it visually appealing (read: sexy). Note, I would have included the photo of a hydrant that looks more like a boy but I know this blog attracts some young readers and, well, you know, it just didn’t seem appropriate. To see that kind of thing, check your IDs and go here (it’s the second to last photo, btw).

After teasing you for two days, I now present my promised post related to the Ramones.

Meet Maxime, age 14. Max is the eldest child of Christine & Bernard (famous French kitchen remodelers), sibling to Théo, Celeste (the Little Mermaid) and Claire. On Tuesday around noon, on our way home from our important meeting at OFII and with our chest x-rays in hand, Melinda and I encountered Max who was heading home for lunch. But we not only encountered Max, we encountered Max’s shirt, which elicited multiple responses from me, including a request for this photo. Max gracefully complied.

We walked down the street together, me extolling the virtues of the Ramones, including that this was my band of choice while on my way to my high school graduation (I didn’t mention that the year was 1981, that I was with Marc Burns, all 6′ 5″ of him, in his Karmann Ghia listening to the Ramones on an 8-track tape, and that I was wearing a camouflage jumpsuit and red shoes – another story, another time). I told him that my brother Steve had an original Ramones T-shirt from the 70’s and that I’m sure that Steve would appreciate seeing a photo of Max in his shirt. I also offered to make Max a mixed CD, which I immediately went home and did. I mean, you meet a 14 year-old French boy on the streets of Nantes, France wearing a Ramones T-shirt while you are carrying chest x-rays of you & your wife, what are you going to do? Me, I make him a mixed CD, of course.

Speaking of the CD, it included Marilyn Manson covering the Ramones, a song called “The KKK Took My Baby Away.” Want to know how hip Christine is? In reviewing the CD tracks with Max and me she said, “Remember how eloquent Marilyn Manson was in the movie Bowling for Columbine?”

Now that’s a mom.

I interrupt my scheduled posting related to the Ramones (and sincerely apologize to all of you expecting it today, especially Maxime) to introduce you to Rick from Olympia, Washington, owner of what is undoubtedly the best burger joint in all of France! Yes, Ella and I have found the cheeseburger we hoped to find in Nantes, meaning we now know exactly where to go when we’ve got a hankering for a burger! Stop the presses!

Rick and his French wife, Sidonie, lived in the US for 15 years until they couldn’t stand to hear George W. Bush’s voice any longer. So they came to Sidonie’s home country, settled in Nantes and opened up an American burger joint. I found it a few weeks ago on one of my many walks and last night made plans with Ella to go today. For Washingtonians like ourselves, it was the perfect day. Yup, it was raining and felt just like Seattle. Arriving at what Rick and Sidonie call “The Burger House” (the store colors are even purple & yellow – quite UW-like; click on the name to see a navigable street view, courtesy of Google), we heard The Doors song “Hello, I Love You” playing. I approached the counter and began speaking (read: trying to speak) in French. Sidonie responded, “You can speak English here.”

Taking our seats, we reviewed the menu. I ordered a Route 66 Burger (delicious!) and Ella ordered the obligatory bacon-cheese, complemented with an Oreo milkshake. I added a beer to my lunch and we both had wonderful fries. Having heard my fumbled French and recognizing a fellow American, Rick brought the food to the table himself, chatting and posing for this photo. When I told him I graduated from The Evergreen State College he exclaimed, “A Greener!”

Count this as the second of the things on my Top 5 list of experiences I want to have in Nantes, taking in an FC Nantes game being the other completed. I know visiting the Hippodrome with my father is another. The 4th & 5th, I’m not yet sure.

For further context of Ella’s and my cheeseburger search, I refer you to these past blog posts:
Day 22, Day 35, Day 48, Day 53, Day 67

Today Melinda and I had our very important meetings at the Office Français de l’Immigration et de l’Intégration (OFII). This is the meeting in which we are either officially granted permission to stay in France or are told to get lost. We had to prepare several things in advance of the meeting and then submit to a physical and an interview during it. Part of the physical included a chest x-ray, which we were given (and told to hang on to) at the end of the exam. To sum it all up quickly, we passed! They like us, they really like us (isn’t that what Sally Field said at that award show so long ago?)!

An interesting part of this meeting is that it’s very expensive, 340 Euros per person (almost $500) and one pays in stamps. That part literally cracked us up. Stamps? Really? Does the French government have some really big package that needs to be sent somewhere? Anyway, Christine helped us out with that one, taking Melinda to the nearby store (the Tabac) at which one buys hundreds of Euros in stamps. And, no, they come in bigger denominations than having to buy dozens of First Class stamps.

We celebrated afterwards by reviewing our chest x-rays and then going out to lunch. It turned out to be a great day for pictures (including x-rays). I got quite a few shots for potential future blog postings, including one I plan to use tomorrow involving the Ramones. Stay tuned.

Just where did July go? He was right here just a minute ago…

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with September. I love the freshness of the mornings, a bit chilly but with a hint of the warmth that will come later in the day. Combined with the recent memory of the hottest days of summer, it’s easy to wander back there in my mind. Then there is always a sadness in September at the demise of summer, what becomes the “hate” part of the relationship (although I admit that “hate” is too strong of a word). As a kid, it was going back to school and how July always seemed so long ago.

I accompanied Ella on her tram-ride to school today and then walked back home. It’s about a 30 minute walk and I loved every step. I started with both a long sleeve shirt and a jacket (my Firefox jacket, Tracy!) but soon tied the jacket around my waist as I warmed up. I could see my breath if I breathed hard. Refreshing!

I actually took this picture last Friday although it could just as easily have been taken today. I was standing on the sidewalk just outside our house, waiting while Melinda ran inside to get a sweater. It was right around noon and I loved how the sun was shining through our front fence. It was exactly that kind of a love-hate day, hints of both July and October.

I mentioned yesterday that we were going to Romain’s 18th birthday party last night. It was, in a word, incredible. French parents throw a monster party for their children for their 18th birthday, inviting family and friends. Frédérique and Laurent went all out. The food was absolutely incredible. There were multiple courses (of course), “Happy Birthday” sung in English, followed by cake. There was a slide show of photos from Romain’s life that even included pictures on Melinda’s parent’s boat! Then the living room was transformed into a disco and dancing ensued. I caught this picture of Chloe, Ella and Melinda doing the “YMCA.”

Everyone in attendance was so, so nice and I got quite the French immersion lesson. We met Laurent’s parents and sisters for the first time, as well as the families of longtime acquaintances of the Boudeaus. Late in the evening I noticed the younger kids feeling a bit left out so rounded them up and went outside, doing my best to tell the frightening story of “Old One Eye.” I think my butchering the French language made the scary story too funny for anyone to be even remotely scared.

Um, we didn’t get home until 3am and then were back for brunch at 11. It’s an early bedtime tonight.

So since arriving in Nantes we have had the incredible benefit of regular access to the Taxi Boudeau. Our driver has been Laurent who has, let’s see, picked us up from the airport, picked us up from the train station, driven us home at night, carried our suitcases, and even rescued us the night of the FC Nantes game because the bus we were planning to take doesn’t run on game nights.

Today’s post is a salute to the Taxi Boudeau for not only all the services provided by Laurent, but because as of yesterday another driver in the family is now licensed to drive us around town and not charge us for the service. Congratulations, Romain! And we are just about to head to Romain’s house for his 18th birthday party, which is a BIG deal in France. People are coming in from all over, about 30 or so, and Laurent & Frédérique have spent several days preparing. Melinda, the girls and I tried hard to think of an appropriate gift to celebrate the occasion and came up with this (see photograph). It’s a sticker that Romain can put in the car. Pretty nice, eh?!

So Ella left at 7:45 this morning for school. Chloe left at 9:30 for the university (which, by the way, is 2 tram stops away). Come lunchtime, what were Melinda and I to do? Head out for lunch in the center of town, that’s what.

I donned my Montana cowboy shirt and straw hat while Melinda grabbed her sunglasses and a sweater. Off we went. We just missed a tram heading into town but no worries. Another was due in 6 minutes, giving me time to hold out the camera to snap this picture. That’s the tram behind us, heading the other direction.

It’s so interesting how the tram fills up at lunchtime with young people leaving their schools to go to restaurants, stores or home for lunch. As I’ve mentioned, the lunch break is a long one here. Ella told me she would prefer a shorter lunch and a later start to school. Very American.

Speaking of Ella, just a minute ago she told me that what the French kids REALLY hear when her full name is said is, “She is Hot.” Clearly, that’s a better, more accurate, English phrase when referring to Ella than, “She has cat.” So I suggest adjusting your Google translations in yesterday’s post accordingly.

Class, class. CLASS! Pay attention, please.

Open your Internet browsers to Google Translator and choose From: English To: French. In the box below, type “she has a cat” (without the quotation marks). Next, click on the “translate” button and you’ll see that phrase translated into French. Click on the “Listen” button under the translation and get a fun surprise. Finally, click on the “Listen” button under the large box to hear in English what everyone at Ella’s school thinks is being said in French when anyone says her full name. Me, I think there are permanent nicknames in store.

Today’s photo is the first page of Ella’s new French workbook, the place where the students who possessed this book each of the last four years wrote their names. I thought it was so darn cute that I had to take this picture. I’ll be suggesting to Ella that she write, “She Has a Cat, 2010/11” underneath.

And that concludes today’s French lesson. Judy, you can come out of the corner now.