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Simply on vacation

18 Aug

Being new in this business called “parenting”, I’m not yet so familiar with all the To Do’s and Dont’s of this profession.

One “To Do” that I would highly recommend to every new (and older) parent out there would be to make some time for you and your man or you and yourself every now and then. Leave the baby with its grandparents or some friends, enjoy your time and try not to feel guilty about it (I’m good with that but apparently it’s not always so easy). You have no idea how good that feels and what a boost it gives you !!

I’m on the plane back from a 4 day (surprise) w/e in Croatia. It’s the first real get away w/e with hubby since Hugo was born 5 months ago and a little extra. We have left him once before and we try to make time for an evening off at least once a week, but this w/e was a truly one-to-one time for us and only us. The atmosphere was relaxed. Our smiles made their way back to our faces. Time for a SPA massage back into my schedule. Not running after time only enjoying the one we were catching up with. I’ll do it again in no time (so badly I was ready to stay behind a little but longer…)

So really, you need to do this. You need to take time for you or you’ll loose yourself in all that hectic every day obligations that life is imposing on you.

And visit Croatia. It’s worth it !!!

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Shivering in Paris

13 Jan

Since I’ve been back to Paris I’ve been wanting to write. Something small every day… Start a new page on this new year and put my words on it.

But normal life, work, obligations, schedules, delayed transportations and general evening inactive postures took over and all that I have started, has ended up unfinished in the “Draft” file.

There is much to say… Maybe not as exciting as monkey encounters on deserted muddy roads with no electricity or Diet Coke at hand…

Yet, much has happened in the past two weeks. I came back and had an encounter of the third kind with the (winter) cold and almost froze to death. Went to goat-cheese-on-salad heaven and came to life landing on a home-made-parental chocolate mousse. Rediscovered Brunch-Buffet on a Sunday. Took a train down South and back. Ate Kinder-Bueno’s bought off the street. Ate a carrot without boiling it and did not spit it back out again. Spent an hour in a supermarket trying to decide over a yogurt with or without fruit and if with then organic or sugar-free and if not then plain or with a mousse coating and if a mousse then if flavoured or sour… and ended up coming out with none. Does too much choice kill the choice ?… Other than food, family and friend pleasures I have also started to work. You know, that thing that you do on Monday, far too early, till Friday, way too late, and that makes you get up in the morning while it’s still dark outside. That makes you swear at the world until you’re fresh out of the shower and then makes you go out and be a killer business person of some kind. For the first time I’m doing something that has nothing to do with what I’ve done before and that is genuinely nice and worldly. Not just helping people buy things they do not need but think they can’t live without, but actually helping them on a personal level when they most need it. Maybe one day I’ll tell you…

Since I’ve been back, hubby went back to his African grounds for several months, 6000 km away. Skype is a blessing from tech-heaven but I’m counting the days until the big flying bird will bring him back…

Coming up next : human-jam in the metro, pushing and shoving in and out revolving doors, queuing for sake of it and help keep up the national sport, cheese, cinema, art, martini’s,…

On this last week in Africa…

27 Dec

Once upon a time, almost two months ago, after a long 4 months wait (for a visa) I came to Equatorial Guinea for a month of exploration and expat love… and if I came to realise that this country could be my own for a longer while, look for work. The 30 day visa turned into a 60 day one, and my stay extended to January 1st. Ho Ho Ho Happy New Year . No work contract has been signed for various reasons and my pink suitcase is getting ready to get muddy and board again in only 5 days…

I have tried to share with you my E.G experiences on this blog. “Tried” as not all could be said nor shown. But I hope that I managed, on some level, to embark you with on this trip. A trip that could be a once in a life time experience in a fast growing and developing country that, so far, dislikes random tourists, such as myself, but that maybe one day, will open up to all.

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On this last Monday I spent my afternoon with my Twitter friend, Arum. We headed for a couple of drinks and a lovely Bûche de Nöel that was so kindly offered to us by Philippe and his wife at the Kalao. I’ll miss this place… A small and friendly French restaurant by the sea that brings together the French expat community in this city. Philippe is as lovely as a restaurant owner can get. Chatty. available, interesting and kind. His wife (who is from Senegal) welcomes you with wide arms each time she sees you passing the restaurant gates. I’ve come to grow fond of this place and I have to admit, some aspects of this city with it… Although that main remain limited…

Anyhow, we did what would probably be the last food shopping of the week. Two supermarkets visited. The third, I will be leaving for another day… Can’t spoil all the shopping fun at once can I ?

Upon my arrival, the Vâche qui Rit (and Light) entered Bata and with it, my happiness… Today, I am sad to announce, that cheese is gone ! Many things are missing. I haven’t tasted Diet Coke since at least a month. Have bought the last Kinder Bueno’s available a couple of weeks ago, and the Emmental cheese, didn’t last that long either…

The African charm !

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