Learning French as a second language has given me an insight into how my 8 month old baby is feeling (and will be feeling in the near future). Able to understand more and more of the spoken language, but unable to effectively communicate back. My son has a simple understanding of language. We have started doing… Continue reading Speaking French Like a Toddler
On our first full day in Zurich (which started at 2am: hello jetlag) we headed to Zurich old town bright and early (around 7am, but felt like midday 😉 ) for some breakfast. We arrived not speaking a word of German (let alone Swiss German) but stopped at a cute café that had received great… Continue reading Zurich, Switzerland: First Impressions #02
We arrived in Zurich, Switzerland a week and a half ago today. It’s gone incredibly quickly, and I feel like I have just started to get into a groove of life here. Just in time to pack up and travel to the next destination: Belgium (via the Champagne region in France for the weekend to check… Continue reading Zurich, Switzerland: First Impressions #01
We spent last weekend on a weekend getaway to Brisbane. I could almost paint the picture of a glorious, sunny weekend based on the pictures that I took on the Sunday. It’s a lovely sized city; big enough that there are lots of things to do, but small enough that it doesn’t feel choked full of… Continue reading Weekend Getaway: Brisbane
I am one of the most unobservant people. I remember watching a scene in the movie Shaun of the Dead where there are zombies everywhere. However, the main character walks into a zombie infested shop, grabs some some milk and throws some change on the counter to the zombie shopkeeper. Then, he walks out seemingly… Continue reading Copenhagen, Denmark
The first week in France has been nothing short of a French food festival. Everyday has been filled with eating out in restaurants and trying all the local foods that have to be tasted. Accordingly, my French vocabulary has expanded and now includes some of the most important words:
After months of “unseasonably warm” and “summer like” weather in Tamworth (with frequent 30C plus days since September, the supposed start of spring), I was looking forward to a month of running in the European winter.
After arriving at 6am in Paris on Friday morning, I have more or less been in survival mode for the past two days: Feeling ready for a sleep at midday, but trying to function until a reasonable time to head off to bed.