It was a normal Saturday morning when suddenly we walked down to the table tennis court to play some table tennis. Continue reading
Aah, finally, a bit of outdoor time. Yesterday we went into the forest with kynan’s dog Sam.
As you know France is famous for its bread. I never truly understood what exactly they meant until this morning when I had a piece of warm freshly baked baguette and an equally good pain au chocolat. As for the cheeses check out Tom’s post if you haven’t already.
The flight to France from Singapore was terrible. None of us had slept on the last plane from Auckland to Singapore except for Dad and Mum and we were all planning to sleep on the last flight from Singapore to Paris. But little did we know that it was not going to be a pleasant flight at all! Continue reading
The arrival at Charles de Gaulle was smooth enough but some things were less smooth than others. Having 13 hours earlier passed through Changi airport, Singapore, I noticed several of the less smooth parts of the arrival that I doubt would be permitted in many places, and certainly not at Singapore. Here are three of those things: Continue reading
Practice does not make perfect when it comes to flying. No matter how many times you fly between NZ and Europe – and we’ve been fortunate to do that route many times – it does not get any easier. Continue reading
“Wow. You’re brave travelling with a baby!” Or words to that effect. I used to ‘breezily dismiss’ this immediate response to our plans to live in France with a baby in tow. Until this week.
Last night I confronted my fears and phoned the principal of the primary where we would like the boys to attend school in Quillan. Continue reading
On Friday we left school early at about 1:30 pm so that I could go to a movie. All my friends were jealous until they found out it was a french movie. Continue reading