A crabby French lady tried to get me in trouble at the Toulouse airport tonight. I had a few questionable items with me when I was going through security, so they were searching my bag. I'd done my homework of course, and everything was legal. The security lady was very friendly, asking questions like "will the berries on your mistletoe plant turn red, or stay white?"
THEN the nasty lady came along. Having her bag selected to be searched must have put her in a bad mood. I believe her exact words were (in French) "Am I hallucinating, or are you letting her through with all that!?!". She then proceeded to try to convince the security guard to me me throw it all out. They were still arguing when I'd finished packing my bag and walked away.
Don't think she got through with whatever was in HER bag!
Thursday 22 December 2011
Wednesday 21 December 2011
Bonjour de la France!
Bonjour du Sud de la France!
Disclosure: I am fully aware that I do not blog in any sort of regular pattern. Because I have to censor what I write due to the sensitivity of school issues, I rarely write during the week. The best way to follow my adventures would be to subscribe by e-mail.
I have been LOVING my visit to the South of France. I was coming primarily to visit my friend Elea, who's family kindly addopted me in highschool. Because I had been focusing on that, I hadn't thought too much about teh AREA I was coming to. Here's an exerpt from a postcard I wrote this morning:
"I feel like no matter how long I am here, there will still be more to explore. Yesterday we went to see these natural "orgue" sand sculptures that are a bit like the Alberta Badlands, only more delicate (on les appelle des cheminées de fée par ici).
"Everything here is so close. Not only country to country (imaginez... 9 livres pour un vol international!) but within the area that Eléa lives as well. The Mediterranean Sea is a half hour drive to the East, she lives in a flat orchard/vinyard area, and the Pyréné foothills are maybe 15 mins away. There are ancient castles, abbies and churches everywhere! And oh... the food!
"It's not too late to come visit."
I've aready posted a few photo albums on FaceBook, so check them out. I've got more to post once I have a free moment, as well as some retroactive blog posts about the area!
Disclosure: I am fully aware that I do not blog in any sort of regular pattern. Because I have to censor what I write due to the sensitivity of school issues, I rarely write during the week. The best way to follow my adventures would be to subscribe by e-mail.
I have been LOVING my visit to the South of France. I was coming primarily to visit my friend Elea, who's family kindly addopted me in highschool. Because I had been focusing on that, I hadn't thought too much about teh AREA I was coming to. Here's an exerpt from a postcard I wrote this morning:
"I feel like no matter how long I am here, there will still be more to explore. Yesterday we went to see these natural "orgue" sand sculptures that are a bit like the Alberta Badlands, only more delicate (on les appelle des cheminées de fée par ici).
"Everything here is so close. Not only country to country (imaginez... 9 livres pour un vol international!) but within the area that Eléa lives as well. The Mediterranean Sea is a half hour drive to the East, she lives in a flat orchard/vinyard area, and the Pyréné foothills are maybe 15 mins away. There are ancient castles, abbies and churches everywhere! And oh... the food!
"It's not too late to come visit."
I've aready posted a few photo albums on FaceBook, so check them out. I've got more to post once I have a free moment, as well as some retroactive blog posts about the area!
Wednesday 7 December 2011
Fiddling around
Wow. I've been sort of working on Da Faerie Reel off and on over the past couple of weeks. I've been listening to a slower recording on the bus most mornings, and every now and then been picking up my fiddle trying to play along. Today I have Part A down pat, but was getting fed up with Part B. I actually have the sheet music, so I figured "Whatever, let's just get on with it." But the weirdest thing happened when I opened the book... I lost all sense of the song. I couldn't even play Part A! So strange.
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