Archive for febrero 2006

D and I decided ourselves. We will be moving to Strasbourg, France!!! YEAY!

We are far from having a foot in the plane though: we need to put looots of money aside and finish all that is half started here. I still have to pass my driver’s license, which by the way is recognized from Ontario to France 🙂 , also I am finally going to do that diploma to be able to teach English as a foreign language (TEFL). That might always be useful, in case we have the chance to go work in a country where I wouldn’t be able to teach music (Russia or somewhere in Asia, for example).

We are still hoping that D will be studying protestant theology full-time and become a pastor one day. Unfortunately, men have decided that the academics are more important than the calling of God for our lives… The only choice that we would have in Canada would be either to pay a fortune for D to finish his bachelor’s degree, or wait until he can enter the seminary as a “mature student” at 31. He is 27 now, so instead of waiting 3 years in the snow, or spending a fortune in studies that won’t make any difference (except at the eyes of some vain men), AND with nothing in the week-ends beside the movies… We’ll put that money aside to go live in France.

Strasbourg is at the frontier of France and Germany. Yeah Yeah Yeepee Yeah, I’ll have the chance to speak German again!! Amelie, here I come! 😉

I am also assembling all the documents to apply for the French nationality by declaration of marriage (for him). Oh là là que de démarches! So many papers to ask everywhere! I don’t mind the French bureaucracy, it’s a lot of work but at least I know that it’s organized. I know that I will get what I’m asking for at the end. They ask for a dozen of different papers, but they normally won’t be contradicting themselves from an office to another (I remember of bad experience in Buenos-Aires with my mum and brother, more than 15 years ago, when we had to renew our Argentinian passports… what a mess).

I’ve already dreamed about Strasbourg here and there, and about TEFL too.


Posted on: Martes 21 febrero 2006

I met my friend Sandrine when we were in high school (collège in France). She was a friend of a friend (I don’t remember which one, but I will tell about Audrey and Magali later) and since we had the same interests, sports and music, we sympathized quickly.

There is only one year, the last year of collège, that we shared in the same class (division?) because we had both chosen German as our first or second foreign language. In France, all students have to chose a first foreign language (Langue Vivante I) when starting high school, and a second one 2 years later. At the end of collège students are suppose to have an equal theoretical knowledge of both languages. I say “theoretical knowledge”, since I know that many French students entering university, who have studied German for 7 years, might be able to conjugate verbs in all tenses, but are unable to put 2 words together in a sentence in German/English/Spanish 😛
Anyhow, I remember that in our last week of collège, all the last year students were getting wild: It was almost summer, the next year we would be all going to different lycées… Instead of attending classes, we would spend time sitting in the grass behing the public library, which was conveniently beside the school. We didn’t care about attendance anymore, someone had burned the attendance book. Not in our class though, something else happened to make it disappear.

One of those brilliant days, S and I had a two-hours “free” in the afternoon where we were supposed to stay at the supervised study-room. She was in charge of the attending books that week, and instead of have the chance of getting marked absent, we stole them and ran out of the school! I remember that afternoon because of the sensation of freedom: we were doing something that no one knew about except us. There are a few times in my life were that feeling came back: when I traveled by myself, and the year before getting married, when I sharing an apartment and wasn’t expected to come back at any time by any one.

That day, S and I walked downtown, not knowing what to do with the annoying books which reminded us that we were guilty of something. Our freedom had a price. Finally we were in the commercial streets, and almost suddenly on top of the bridge, crossing the river l’Agout.

Our view was something like that:
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It became clear that the objects of our guilt would drown in there!

Our little adventure ended sitting on a bench in a park, people-watching and talking about life (and maybe boys?)

Two year later, Sissi had to cross the ocean to visit me. She stayed home during one month, with our other friend Magali. We had a fabulous time that summer visiting Montreal.

Today she is studying sports, to become a phys. ed. teacher, or a coach, or I don’t really know… (oops?) She is happy with a wonderful boyfriend, who I don’t know yet. She doesn’t even know hubby either 😦 *sigh*

Long distance too has a price.


After writing and editing this post a thousand times, I’m not sure if the story about the attendance books is genuine. I remember us skipping (foxer en québécois, sécher un cours en français) an afternoon of boring “study time” and sitting in the park… but I also recall burning some books behind the public library with friends…

Were those the oh-so-feared books? What is the truth? What is fiction?

It’s a beautiful day
The sun is shining
I feel good
And no-one’s gonna stop me now, oh yeah (Queen)

All the ingredients are here: it’s Saturday, the sky is blue and I told D that we’ll have a no-car day. Let’s walk. Yeay!

De todo un poco

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