More Adventures, Like... Napping All Day!
Jul. 21st, 2010 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
branquignoleYou're not intrigued? EXCUSE ME? I can only guess that everybody apart from me leads a life of sin and wild and exciting adventures one should never blog about! For the sake of the children, I mean.
Anyway, I haven't been napping all the time since we last left off. On Monday, we went to the horse races that take place on the racecourse in a small and lovely town near us. It's the same town where we visited the market. It turned out we should have come a little later because we had to leave before any actual galloping or country cross took place, and we only saw the trotting races. Those are quite exciting too though. I don't have any actual idea about what is important, and I would never ever bet on a horse (knowing my luck, I would lose horrendous amounts of money!), but when everybody gets up and claps their hands and cheers the horses on on the homestraight, you can't help but get up with them, and you can't help but go "oh NOOOO" when a horse gets disqualified for galloping or something. There was one race where I was crossing my fingers for Sissi Impératrice, which is partly due to my obsession with musicals (there's one about the empress Elisabeth of Austria), and she was overtaking all the other horses, and then when she was ahead of them, she passed into a gallop for a fraction of a second... and was disqualified. Oh, and we also witnessed a false start! Though I have no idea what actually went wrong, because those starts always seem pretty unorganised to me.
There were also two rather grumpy Frenchmen sitting in front of us, who kept shooting us evil, evil glances though they never said anything. I think they were annoyed by our gleeful chitter-chatter, but honestly, can you expect people to shut their mouths (and especially to not laugh; the very idea of it!) at such an outdoor event? I think not. Also, there weren't many people with hats, and especially not with such extravagant ones you always see on photos from horse races. :( We saw a guy who had almost the same haircut as my brother, which means very very tousled curls, and decided he should make friends with him.
BROTHER: There are also loads of men around who probably have just the same haircut as you do, so why don't you go and make friends with them!
ME: I like to think of my short hair as showing off my feminine traits!
After the horse race, my mum went to get my sister at the station (now she has joined us too!) while I chopped the vegetables for our yummy dinner. (Couscous, stir-fry of zucchini, eggplants, sweet peppers and mincemeat.) My mum also bought Délices au caramel and I'm incredibly glad we don't have those sweets in Germany because they're one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten! On other food-related matters, we tried a Brasserie yesterday where they are supposed to be serving the best Moules Frites in Normandy or something. It looked pretty shabby, with plastic chairs and tables, but the food was pretty good. We had a Fricassée de Poulet for starter, which we all shared, and then I had a Pizza Capitano with tomatoes, mozzarella, goat's cheese and ham. It was yummy, but I could only eat half of it because of the sheer abundance of cheese. We all tried my mum's Moules Frites and all agreed that they were the best we had ever eaten. They really did melt on your tongue. After that, I had a Crème caramel au beurre salé for dessert, which was a bit like jelly but otherwise scrumptious. And then there was the waiter! I fell in love with the waiter at once. He had such a nice, freckled face, and glasses, and he flashed us the most adorable grins ever. I SWEAR TO GOD, HE LOOKED LIKE ALAN. I thought about stealing him away from the Brasserie, but then stealing people is something rather criminal, and he might not have liked it. He was cute though. :)
And we went horseback-riding yesterday morning. I'm sooo sore, but it's totally worth it. At noon, I got horribly tired and decided to just nap for a few minutes, during which time filed her own finger and toe nails, my mum's toe nails and my finger nails. I realised that something must have gone wrong, and when I finally managed to get up again, it was half past four. I don't think that was because of the horseback-riding though, but because of the weather. We're going to go again tonight; galloping on the beach and stuff! I'm sure it will be awesome.
In other awesome news: we're thinking of going to Jersey for a day, and it would be my first time in the UK (ETA:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pigrescuer kindly corrected me, since Jersey is, of course, not part of the UK; but anyway - my first time in an English-speaking country!), and I would totally LOVE to go. It's pretty expensive though, and my dad has to give my mum permission that she can leave the territory of France with us, to make sure that she is not trying to kidnap us. :D Since my dad is probably not coming with us, we also can't use the family discount, because that is only for couples with children. I think that this is so horribly medieval. I mean, what about single mothers? Or fathers, for that matter? Shouldn't we be past that in the 21st century? This is one of the most stupid clichés; hey there, world. Role models are not really in place anymore.
Speaking of role models! I'm still reading Narnia and the Bible; I'm about halfway into Narnia now, and now I've begun to notice the parallels between Aslan and God a lot. Remember that part in the Bible where Moses asks God what he is to tell his people when they ask him on behalf of whom he's there to lead them out of Egypt? Well, there is a similar situation in Narnia, where Shasta discovers that Aslan has been steering his way all the time, and asks him who he is. Aslan answers, "Myself." which is pretty much the same thing God tells Moses. And then there's the whole thing about giving the territory of Narnia to all the Narnians, now and ever after, and so on. This is so fascinating! Clearly, reading His Dark Materials, Narnia and the Bible all at approximately the same time is incredibly interesting! (In HDM, for instance, the religious Authority is a destroyer and could be labelled as evil, while Aslan is really a creator.)
Anyway, I haven't been napping all the time since we last left off. On Monday, we went to the horse races that take place on the racecourse in a small and lovely town near us. It's the same town where we visited the market. It turned out we should have come a little later because we had to leave before any actual galloping or country cross took place, and we only saw the trotting races. Those are quite exciting too though. I don't have any actual idea about what is important, and I would never ever bet on a horse (knowing my luck, I would lose horrendous amounts of money!), but when everybody gets up and claps their hands and cheers the horses on on the homestraight, you can't help but get up with them, and you can't help but go "oh NOOOO" when a horse gets disqualified for galloping or something. There was one race where I was crossing my fingers for Sissi Impératrice, which is partly due to my obsession with musicals (there's one about the empress Elisabeth of Austria), and she was overtaking all the other horses, and then when she was ahead of them, she passed into a gallop for a fraction of a second... and was disqualified. Oh, and we also witnessed a false start! Though I have no idea what actually went wrong, because those starts always seem pretty unorganised to me.
There were also two rather grumpy Frenchmen sitting in front of us, who kept shooting us evil, evil glances though they never said anything. I think they were annoyed by our gleeful chitter-chatter, but honestly, can you expect people to shut their mouths (and especially to not laugh; the very idea of it!) at such an outdoor event? I think not. Also, there weren't many people with hats, and especially not with such extravagant ones you always see on photos from horse races. :( We saw a guy who had almost the same haircut as my brother, which means very very tousled curls, and decided he should make friends with him.
BROTHER: There are also loads of men around who probably have just the same haircut as you do, so why don't you go and make friends with them!
ME: I like to think of my short hair as showing off my feminine traits!
After the horse race, my mum went to get my sister at the station (now she has joined us too!) while I chopped the vegetables for our yummy dinner. (Couscous, stir-fry of zucchini, eggplants, sweet peppers and mincemeat.) My mum also bought Délices au caramel and I'm incredibly glad we don't have those sweets in Germany because they're one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten! On other food-related matters, we tried a Brasserie yesterday where they are supposed to be serving the best Moules Frites in Normandy or something. It looked pretty shabby, with plastic chairs and tables, but the food was pretty good. We had a Fricassée de Poulet for starter, which we all shared, and then I had a Pizza Capitano with tomatoes, mozzarella, goat's cheese and ham. It was yummy, but I could only eat half of it because of the sheer abundance of cheese. We all tried my mum's Moules Frites and all agreed that they were the best we had ever eaten. They really did melt on your tongue. After that, I had a Crème caramel au beurre salé for dessert, which was a bit like jelly but otherwise scrumptious. And then there was the waiter! I fell in love with the waiter at once. He had such a nice, freckled face, and glasses, and he flashed us the most adorable grins ever. I SWEAR TO GOD, HE LOOKED LIKE ALAN. I thought about stealing him away from the Brasserie, but then stealing people is something rather criminal, and he might not have liked it. He was cute though. :)
And we went horseback-riding yesterday morning. I'm sooo sore, but it's totally worth it. At noon, I got horribly tired and decided to just nap for a few minutes, during which time filed her own finger and toe nails, my mum's toe nails and my finger nails. I realised that something must have gone wrong, and when I finally managed to get up again, it was half past four. I don't think that was because of the horseback-riding though, but because of the weather. We're going to go again tonight; galloping on the beach and stuff! I'm sure it will be awesome.
In other awesome news: we're thinking of going to Jersey for a day, and it would be my first time in the UK (ETA:
pigrescuer kindly corrected me, since Jersey is, of course, not part of the UK; but anyway - my first time in an English-speaking country!), and I would totally LOVE to go. It's pretty expensive though, and my dad has to give my mum permission that she can leave the territory of France with us, to make sure that she is not trying to kidnap us. :D Since my dad is probably not coming with us, we also can't use the family discount, because that is only for couples with children. I think that this is so horribly medieval. I mean, what about single mothers? Or fathers, for that matter? Shouldn't we be past that in the 21st century? This is one of the most stupid clichés; hey there, world. Role models are not really in place anymore.Speaking of role models! I'm still reading Narnia and the Bible; I'm about halfway into Narnia now, and now I've begun to notice the parallels between Aslan and God a lot. Remember that part in the Bible where Moses asks God what he is to tell his people when they ask him on behalf of whom he's there to lead them out of Egypt? Well, there is a similar situation in Narnia, where Shasta discovers that Aslan has been steering his way all the time, and asks him who he is. Aslan answers, "Myself." which is pretty much the same thing God tells Moses. And then there's the whole thing about giving the territory of Narnia to all the Narnians, now and ever after, and so on. This is so fascinating! Clearly, reading His Dark Materials, Narnia and the Bible all at approximately the same time is incredibly interesting! (In HDM, for instance, the religious Authority is a destroyer and could be labelled as evil, while Aslan is really a creator.)
