Lately we've really been trying to become regulars at our favorite cheese place. We eat bread and cheese for dinner more often than not, so this felt like a good relationship to invest in. You get better cheese if they know and like you. Before we left for Tel Aviv, we went to the same … Continue reading The Cheese Guy
I went to the produce market today to buy salad ingredients for dinner. I looked around for a minute, then greeted one of the employees and asked for some mixed greens, a yellow onion, a bunch of local tomatoes, and a green pepper. He carefully measured out a couple handfuls of lettuce and bagged up … Continue reading Poivr(e/on)
After being away from France for so long, my brain is having a hard time getting used to hearing and speaking French again. On my best days, my proficiency level could probably be described as "older toddler," and these certainly aren't my best days. (My twin niece and nephew are two, and I often think … Continue reading Say what?
Yesterday, after a long day of flights and trains, I arrived back in Paris. Unfortunately I had one time-sensitive errand to run since Colin's collaborator Anthony needed a piece of research equipment for his own fieldwork starting today. So I dragged my suitcase up the four flights of stairs to our apartment, caught my breath, … Continue reading Google Translate et moi, nous sommes fatigués
Most of the French I encounter on a daily basis is a little over my head, but this sweet sentiment truly was. "Mais oui, tu es belle!," the mirror reads. ("But yes, you are beautiful!") Non—I think it should say "mais oui, tu es petite!" instead.
After finishing dinner on Saturday night but before the great toilet debacle, Colin and Anthony were enjoying a digestif of rum. Anthony, as one would expect for someone who's lived in France for years, knows alcohol well and, after offering his quick assessment, asked Colin what he thought. "It tastes like sunshine!" Colin joked, not … Continue reading Raisins
Ever since I moved to Paris, Spotify has played me ads in French. I actually don't mind this because, since I understand so little, it's easier to tune them out. One of my first purchases here was shampoo. I bought a bottle labeled "ultra doux" (ultra soft) in an olive oil scent. I expected essence … Continue reading Stray Observations
Hi, I'm a millennial, and the best indication of what I've been up to is the photo stream on my phone and camera. So, welcome to the photo dump portion of this blog! Some of these made it onto Instagram; others didn't because, let's be honest, nobody wants to be overwhelmed by dozens of someone … Continue reading Life Lately: A Snapshot
A couple days ago, our Airbnb host stopped by to check in and was surprised to learn that Colin and his crew were sleeping on Redonda ("In tents?!") and not just commuting back and forth each day. Once she had gotten over the shock, she realized that meant that I had been here, in her … Continue reading A Trip Around the Island
Well, that didn’t take long! Only days after I patted myself on the back for my bourgeoning grasp of the French language, the language gods brought me back down to earth via the horrifying event known as the language exchange. Nothing makes you feel more humbled and helpless than trying to have a conversation with … Continue reading The Post-Poste Post