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Monday, August 10th, 2009

by Rachael
Nyons, France

We haven’t exactly left France yet, but our tiny taste is drawing to a close. We were just contemplating (read: blog post author just grilled everyone for ideas <wink> actually, the contributions flowed thick and fast and these thoughts represent a conversation that cannot have lasted more than quarter of an hour) what things we have discovered, things we didn’t know before.

  • Fifi, the French poodle, is a myth. However, every other Frenchie carries a handbag dog, many of which are not much more than overgrown spiders
  • the sky is unexplainably clear
  • France is BIG
  • and beautiful
  • the south is much hotter and drier than anyone expected – almost barren-looking in places
  • the Mediterranean holiday uniform is WHITE – white linen pants, white shirts and all I can think is obviously none of them are doing handwashing!
  • there are toll toads for Africa
  • from 12-2 everything closes – EVERYTHING. Driving through villages you feel as if you are in a deserted movie set, but if you walk round town at this time you hear the clinking of silverware on crockery, you hear the laughter escaping through shutters closed against the midday sun, you smell delicious aromas wafting out.
  • at night everything comes alive – as we are settling children into bed fellow motorhomers are bringing out their evening baguettes and salads, tablecloths and wineglasses…..if you wander into town about 10 the cafe tables have spilled out onto the cobbled streets and are overflowing with people, children run round the square, rats dogs sit patiently at their owner’s feet in restaurants, live jazz music fills the warm summer air, and the back alleys are romantically deserted…..



  • disturbingly (to the Kiwi psyche!!) men wear speedos. Kiwis don’t cope with speedos at the best of times, and after the modesty of Asia where we saw more people bathe fully clothed than in specialist swimwear, it is disconcerting to have the general populace wandering round in their undies, especially when there is no beach nearby! Mind you, it would seem the men wear more than the women. There are some big Mamas running round topless after their children or parading up and down, although this behaviour *is* restricted to the beachfront.
  • speaking of Asia, we thought we had left squattie potties behind….but they are prevalent in the south. And I am glad. I actually prefer them – much more hygienic.
  • clock towers are topped with swirly-whirly curlicue-y wrought iron structures
  • they make great saucisson (sausages)
  • the loudest cicadas in the world live here (well, the loudest that we have heard – at first we thought there were chattering monkeys in the trees – until we remembered ere we were – then we wondered if there were parrots here – but they turned out to be cigale)
  • frogs are olive-skinned, beautifully tanned (see comment up a bit, I suppose!)
  • frogs are also incredibly friendly and do not object (openly, at least) to you butchering their language
  • “tant pis” (that’s Rob’s linguistic contribution – can’t say I’ve even heard it once!)
  • the lavender harvest would be over….but we saw these: 
  • we didn’t know the cutest three-year-old would be the first to pick up oooh-la-la after a week….but we should have guessed that the novelty of everyone saying it all the time would wear off after another!

And now you know what we didn’t know. I told you we were ignorant!

Time on the road: none
Distance covered: 0km

conversations

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

by Rachael
Uzerche, France
We’ve been away from home for 300 days today! Jboy13 is keeping count <wink>

In Asia we had a standard conversation with everyone we came across.

Are you one family?
Yes.
How many children are there?
Eight.
Ah you are so lucky.
Thank you.
Where are you travelling?
Name next destination.
Pat Rob’s back, telling him again how lucky and strong he is!

In Germany we had a different standard discussion – in German, of course!

Hallo.
Hallo.
Where are you from?
We come from New Zealand (when you can manage those schoolgirl textbook correct full sentences you might as well use them!)
Are you all together?
Yes, we have eight children and one Grandpa.
How long are you here?
We will be one month in Germany and eight months in Europe in total.
What about school?
In New Zealand children do not have to go to school. We teach them at home. In Germany this is verboten, but in New Zealand we are allowed. So our children are learning as we travel.
Yes, but what about school? 
We write every day and we have a maths book.
Laugh – oh ja! (or they say something about travelling is good for geography, but what about other subjects? So we explain some of them are learning Latin and that is usually enough to appease the frightened minds – for those that it is not, they ask “Can you really do that?” and I am honest and explain I don’t speak Latin, but the children are using a book to learn by themselves. At this point, I suspect we are written off as nutcases and the conversation moves on to more important matters.)
Where do you all sleep?
Seven in this one, four in that one.
Seven?
Jawohl. Two here, two here and three up there (pointing). It is registered for seven.
Oh so big. (really funny when our vans are usually smaller than theirs!)
Ach so old!
But they go. Did you rent them in Berlin?
No, we bought them both in Berlin. Old and cheap. We will sell them again later.
Very good.
Where are you going?
They give destination.
We say “Oh we were just there, it is beautiful” OR “We’ve never been there.”
Where are you going?
We give destination.
Oh, you must go to xyz (favourite spot is recommended)
Generally the friendly *Gute Reise* is then exchanged and we go our separate ways.

Now we’re on to French.
Dad and Rob are doing fine – they nod their heads vigorously, throw around knowing comments and can even use verbs as well as grunts. I am incapable of recording one of their conversations, so here’s one of mine instead. Please excuse the spelling and grammar and bad accent.
 
Rachael: Bonjour Monsieur!
Neighbour: Bonjour Madame! Something something something in French.
                   I figure it’s most likely did you sleep well?
                   or isn’t it good the sun is shining!
Rachael: Oui oui.  
Neighbour: Tres bien. Something something something in French accompanied by  
                   hand signals meaning *are you moving on today?*
Rachael: Oui oui. Toulouse.
Neighbour: Aaah Toulouse something something about how great it is, no doubt.
Rachael: Tres belle.
Neighbour: Absolut. (Is he speaking French or German????)
Rachael: Magnifique.
Neighbour: And then he totally loses me….you gotta remember I’ve only been au fait with these frog croaks for a week! And we’re not even going to Toulouse – we *were* going to, but in order to avoid a toll road, we’ve changed our plans and I can’t even remember the name of the place we’re now heading for!

But that ain’t half as confusing as Grandpa trying to converse with me in the van. Of course, it is a Very Noisy Environment, especially if the window is down and you can hear some outside part of the vehicle squeaking as well as the general indoor rattle, not to mention our engine roar and the diesel hum coming from the van in front of us. Add to this, the fact that Grandpa’s hearing aids have died and you have a recipe for a mixture of companionable silence, great guffaws and screaming matches. The following conversation is a typical example, but merged from a few day’s worth of experiences:

Rachael: Look at that bridge over there!
Seven second delay
Grandpa: Did you see that bridge?
R: Yeah, I just mentioned it to you.
G: Oh I guess you couldn’t see it, not with driving.
R: (shouting) I saw it.
G: Oh did you?
R: (still shouting) I even told you.
G: It’s these ears you know…..
Later:
G: There’s Road A over there (pointing to a sign, which I cannot find)
R: We don’t want an A road, we need N or D, I can’t remember which; the A20 is tolled  
G: What was that?
R: We don’t need Road A.
G: Yes, that’s where we’re headed.
R: No, we need a D or N road.
G: Pardon?
R: We need D or….oh don’t worry (as I finally see the sign) Yes, we’re going to Rodez!
Walkie-talkie interrupts
R: What was that?
G: What?
R: The walkie-talkie
G: Pressing walkie-talkie button, “What did you say?”
Other end of walkie-talkie: Nothing
G: What did he say?
R: Nothing (simultaneously walkie-talkie goes again, this time saying something)
G: What did they say?
R: Not sure, I missed it…..and so we ask them and the non-versation continues.

PS. We were going to Rodez, not Toulouse that day…..no actually, Rodez was en route to our final destination.

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 0km

learning in pictures

Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
by Mama/Writer/Educator on a quiet country lane near Aydon, sheep bleating in the field beside us, England A day at Corbridge Roman Town, excavated in the last hundred years, having fallen into disuse 1600 or so years ago, provided possibilities to ... [Continue reading this entry]

*university*

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
by a linguistics graduate Bath, England That Bath is a university town was particularly apparent today – hundreds of black-gowned graduates were out on display, marching the streets, proudly clutching their certificates. It seemed an appropriate place to check out second-hand ... [Continue reading this entry]

Canterbury Tales

Sunday, June 21st, 2009
by Rachael Canterbury, England This whole trip started with Rob’s desire to travel around England with his Dad, seeing where Grandpa had grown up (apart from his years in India), gathering family stories, meeting as-yet-unmet family. Moving on from being a mere ... [Continue reading this entry]