french mustard
Posted by rene on January 19, 2008 at 08:50 am | Tagged as: ... ? ... , India 07 +
After saying good bye to Germany and it's fancy Christmas trees it was time to jump into France for some days, just to spend some time with my sweet girl and get some nice food too. First impressions included some headless people at the airport, eggs on the tomb of Simone and Jean-Paul and Broken Windows on the ticket machines of the Société Nationale Chemins de fer France . (And, fasten seat-belt before you visiting French websites. They are either leftovers from the last century or flash-powered entertainment monsters)
France, what should I say, a nice country. The temperature was about 10 degrees over zero, Which means fifteen degrees over Germany's temp, Which is great. The baguettes had been fresh, the only problem in France are those foreign speaking people. They might be nice, at least it seems like it, but speak - as far as I can say - no recognizable language. I felt a little bit like those early day world explorer (like Odysseus) Which arrive somewhere and try to see if the sound of the other people means something useful.
Between some visits to the International Success Institute and a somehow ok but not to recommend movie we went to the beach, had some galette de Rois (damned, did not got the crown). Shocking to see, that even French newspapers reported the Knut follow up Seemed like it was time to leave France.
Not without a great evening meal, for sure. Sweet crepes. And the name "North Pole" combine with a flag on the crepes Bretonian remembered me on the craziness of current times. Northern countries fight about the right to claim the Arctic as their territory, a new cold war has started . And nobody realized, that the Arctic was mine till I remember. So get off my fucking backyard with your weapons!
So much about it, thanks to A. for the nice time. Back to India, Which feels like back at home after a great holiday trip. Strange.
Hello
Are you back Engl become final, or why I can not read it?
So read on and over again often grow in your native language travelogues! 're Very Intresesante things. And so how did you know that's when you were on a visit to Berlin. Then you have to repeat all this not 42 times.
It is also sometimes enter films?
Best regards Mr. Schmidt Berlin
Nu Kiek at this arrogant little upstart of a "no recognizable language" ... pffff! As does a pretty mouth full! Gleefully pushes French bread, cheese and mustard pure. But not a single word comes out! Ugh, consumer child!
Hi rene,
funny pictures ... enjoy life to the fullest ...
Greetings from Hell
Hi all, hi all,
This dates even Nich. I already miss the nice comments on my blog. Oops. But somehow the mail notifications have gone past me.
Thanks, and, yes, I habs degree in languages. I have it with languages! So I Nich know if I should prefer bad English, French or impossible to write a boring German.
But pictures are worth a thousand words, right has he, Stefan.
Greetings to you all, in the west, south, woauchimmer ...