24 April 2014


Je suis la stagiaire anglaise!

is probably THE sentence I have been repeating over and over. Hello, I'm the english trainee.
How do you do? ça va? 

I have run through a lot of compartments in the Lycee by now - the Compta, which means accounting,
CDI, which is the school library, the Accueil - reception and others. 

Don't get me wrong - I love my collegues and the petit pause where I can have some tea, while the others sip on their espressos. I like helping people out at the reception, sorting and registering freshly bought books etc. But I'm not cut out for such boring work as accounting. I do it because I have to, but calculating has never been my forte and it takes me a while, which makes me frustrated, which is clearly visible, because by then I'll be frowning. Period. 

Why am I studying languages? Because I'm good at it and I like it. Why am I not studying maths? - Because I suck at it  and it makes my head a dratted > Gordian Knot <!

As I have inherited one half of german work ethics, I just get on with my job though. End of complaint. 

It's pretty cool, I got to visit the theatre in Pont-de-Cé. I hadn't noticed I missed acting so much - but when I entered the room and smelled the slightly dusty air, it got me really excited. Hm, that sounds slightly off. XD

It was fantastic anyway 

River Maine at dusk

9 April 2014


When searching for pictures of lilacs, I just came across this blog : The Venomous Bead

Seems like i am not the only person to whom lilacs are a scent of childhood. The lilacs here in France are in bloom and as i was inhaling the smell wafting from the delicate petals, I remembered. And I thought suddenly:    
                                                                                     I really want a crown of lilacs for my wedding! 

This thought just popped into my head.

And I thought of the hot summer days next
to the church walls, drawing with chalks on roasting asphalt. The smell of the lilac bushes thick in the sweltering air, firebugs crawling amongst its roots.

The neighbours ragdoll tomcat rolling luxuriantly in the grass, while our cat, the queen, a splendid red mackerel tabby, perches serenely on one of the gravestones, observing her little world. 

The chestnut tree showering everything
with sticky buds, the feeling of them on your feet, as you run around barefoot.
A cold, cold river flowing right behind the house, the little landing - so perfect for letting your toes hang into the cool wetness, the small fish meandering around the shadows. 

I am so glad I got to experience that.

8 April 2014

Of Rivers & bruised knees

I just adore the landscape here - so wild and beautiful with its steep hills and thick bushes. I experienced a really precious moment - walking towards the bridge in lavender twilight, birds swooping low over the water, calling softly. It felt almost surreal. Pity I didnt have a camera - but its imprinted in my memory, so i guess its ok.



So I just wander around often, I took my bike last time. I just kept on going the whole day. When I was 
almost home again I had to go up a really steep hill and that`s when I thought `Youve had enough now`. I wanted to turn my bike around, but ended up driving it against the pavement (dontaskmehow) and fell over - but in a very slowmotion kind of way, waving my arms in the air before landing smack on my knees.
It must have looked hilarious to the guy on the bike behind me, because he was chuckling when he asked me wether I needed any help : Damn!

Well....this kind of thing isn`t knew to me. After all, I`m the girl who managed to crack her friends toilet seat just by sitting on it. Although you can say that its owner had done it in beforehand - what with him weighing around 200 kg.
But still...