Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Monday, October 10, 2011

CHECKING IN

It has been quite some time since my last post.  Between visitors and traveling to new places I have found very little time for updates and often when I did have the time we were unable to get an Internet connection. Since we are now well into the third leg of our trip, I foresee having to do a lot of catch up in the days to come.  It is sad to think our travels are almost over, though Nathan and I both feel the slightest itch to return home and get back to real world.  I can not believe how fast the time here flies and am so grateful to have made so many amazing memories thus far.

The remainder of our time in Portugal was absolutely wonderful spending time with the Teter's, Chenard's, Diane, Bryan and Carol.  From Portugal we took a few days to cross the Iberian Peninsula through Spain and now we are back in France staying at Aunt Lucia's farmhouse about two hours outside of Toulouse.  On the 5th, the entire Ellis-Caruana crew came together at a hotel near the Toulouse airport so we could caravan out to the country together.  Nathan, Annabelle and I arrived from Barcelona, Diane from Portugal, Michael from Virginia, Bryan from Ukraine, and Nathan's step-brother Matthew and his fiance, Steph, from South Africa.  It was quite a reunion and lovely to see our ever-expanding family.  Autumn has definitely arrived in France and we are bundled up, enjoying meals fireside and brisk walks through the country.  The swimsuits and sand toys are buried deep in our suitcases and we do not anticipate pulling them out until we are back in California.   Right now it is looking like we will start out trek home this coming weekend, but we still have some travel details to work out in regards to our car lease and flights back.  For our remaining days abroad we hope to relax, enjoy our time with the family, take long walks, and pick apples and walnuts and just enjoy the beautiful French countryside. More on France and the past 20 or so days to come!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

HAPPY TRAILS


One of the things I really missed while living in New York City is trail running.  We had some fabulous bike trails along the river, but no hilly terrain to speak of.  There is nothing quite like feeling the burn in your legs and in your lungs when you crest a hill and then the almost reckless abandon, speed, and sense of letting go of the downhills.  Running trails is a constant game of strategy of where to place your next step, constantly taking into consideration rocks, branches, holes and stairs.  It keeps you sharp and makes long runs seem to fly by.  One of my favorite aspects of running trails is there tends to be some sort of unexpected, awesome view that you would never encounter on a track or a treadmill.   

Just across the street from our apartment is a portion of an amazing trail called the Littoral.  The Littoral is 25 kilometer trail that connects 5 towns along the Basque coast.  Most of the trail hugs the cliffs above the beaches and leads you around the snaking coastline to reveal beautiful beach after beautiful beach.  My morning run includes a portion of this trail, full of challenging steps worthy of Dipsea training and some really fun downhills. 

We have further explored the trail by hiking further south than my normal run takes me.  Aside from the gorgeous coastal views, the trail also showcased some amazing country landscapes, farmland and a ton of wild flowers.  Tomorrow we are looking forward to hiking the trail north.

Friday, August 19, 2011

PAIN

I am loving pain, not the kind that hurts, but the crusty, warm, delicious variety that we have been eating everyday since we arrived.  Pain (bread) seems to be a national treasure here in France and I can see why. Somehow, a daily trip to the boulangerie has become an essential part of our schedule to ensure we have a baguette on hand for lunch and dinner.  Some days our baguette does not make it all the way until dinner depending on how warm the baguette is when we purchase it, in which case it is likely gone before 1:00 in the afternoon.  We have been testing different boulangeries to see which have the best pain.  So far, our favorite baguette is in Hossegor (about 30 minutes out).  We only make it out there about once a week, but its almost sourdough-y spendor and brownish hue keep us coming back for more.  Our favorite croissant is just on the outskirts of town, in Milady, (convenient to Annie E.'s local playgound) and the crumbs in the front seat of the car are a testament to its buttery crisp.  Most days, however, we pick up a fairly average baguette at our local bakery in Guethary. If I am out for my morning run, or we are doing a 'wave check' walk, we will stop in.   For our outings we always bring along a tomato, some local cheese (an avocado if we have one on hand) to accompany our bread.  Completely satisfying, budget friendly and delicious.   Like a true Frenchman, Nathan purchased a paring knife to travel with so he can readily prepare our sandwiches where ever our journeys take us. 

Now that we are on week three (already!) of our trip I am tempted by the other varieties of pain on boulangerie shelves.  There are all sorts of loaves filled with succulent grains, fruits, herbs or chocolate, not to mention the pastries.  Yum.  Supposedly 80% of French eat bread with every meal.  I can see why.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

POOL TIME

I mentioned in a previous post that we didn't necessarily pack light for our trip.  One of the things we lugged with us a blow-up pool for Annabelle.  I am sure they have blow-up pools available in France, but we didn't want to chance it, plus this one had the benefit of some shade.  Here is Annabelle testing out her new pool sans water
(Ignore my voice in the background - I hate how I sound in these videos!)

Monday, August 8, 2011

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

BONJOUR!

Bonjour from France!  After two long days of travel I am happy to say that we have arrived safely at our first destination, Biarritz, France.  In order to get here, many different things had to come together, most of which happened smoothly, though a few were challenging.  The first "challenge" presented itself on Saturday morning.  The movers were scheduled to arrive at 8:00 am.  We woke up early to finish sealing the final boxes and to stash away final items into our luggage for our trip.  8:00 am came and went with no sign of the movers.  After a few calls to the moving office whose voice mail claimed to be out until normal business hours of Monday - Friday, we began to worry.  With our plane leaving the following day, we needed to be out of the apartment.  With nothing to do but wait, Annabelle and I hit up Hudson River Park for one last romp down the boardwalk.  At around 10:45 we checked back to find no sign of a moving truck outside the apartment.  Aye.  We checked out the playground at Bleeker St. where we ran into some friends and still no sign of the truck.  Finally around 11:00 Nate texted that the movers had arrived. Phew.  As the movers shuttled our boxed belongings to the truck, Nate and I painted and cleaned (actually Nate painted - I have to give him credit for that one!).  We spent our final night at our friend Alex's apartment which has an awesome view of the city.  As any local New Yorker would do, we ordered thai take-out and finally broke open that bottle of champagne we had been saving for a special ocassion.  It was a perfect final night in the city.

Morning came too soon, and with the sun we were off to remove the final remnants from the apartment and take care of some final NY business before we left for the airport.  The next challenge that arose was the luggage.  Traveling with a baby for an extended period of time requires a lot of stuff.  Between the three of us we have 2 60-lbs. suitcases, the toddler car seat, an umbrella stroller, two medium-sized carry-on's, a back pack and the travel crib.  When I was in Europe ten years ago, I had my backpack and that was it.  My things have changed! We quickly learned that it is all about leaving enough time.  I hold the baby and watch the stuff as Nate moves each piece little by little to the next location.  As we went to check in the bags, one of the two large suitcases that we had just purchased that same day for the trip sprung a leak at the seem, giving us a view of two tiny baby shoes and a tiny clothes ready to spill out. Yikes. Too late now. We fastened a luggage strap around the bag, and prayed that the case would hold together until Paris. 

Annabelle was a trooper on the flight.  She slept for a few hours and I managed to get a few short snoozes in as well.  We landed at Charles de Gaulle airport where we had a 2 hour layover before we caught our train to Bordeaux.  We picked up our luggage, all of which thankfully was still in tact, and lapped the train station a few times, keeping the little one busy with endless games of peek-a-boo.   Fifteen minutes before the train arrived they announced what track we were on.  As soon as the track was posted on the board, a surge of people made a beeline for the escalators down to the tracks.  With our luggage situation, we got in line for the elevator - the world's slowest elevator.  When it was finally our turn to board, a Frenchie cut in line and hopped on right in front of us.  Aye-again!  We watched the elevator floor counter as the numbers went up and then down again as the minutes ticked away.  Finally we made our way to the platform just as the train approached with just minutes to spare.  Then came boarding.  The luggage hold on our car was already full and we had yet to board.  Even the conductor was nervous for us when she saw our stuff.  With Nathan on the train and me off, we frantically tried to stuff everything in.  "Hurry!  Just get it in - anywhere you can!"  Apparently the train waits for no one.  Just as we got the last piece in the door, the whistle blew the doors shut and off we went for four hours to Bordeaux.  We had to laugh at the chaos once we were safely on our way.  We were all pretty exhausted at this point.  After checking out the train Annabelle crashed out in the Ergo for a long nap thankfully which took us about half way there. The rest of the way we read books and tried to make friends with some of the French kids on the train.  In Bordeaux we unloaded again.  Nate stayed with the stuff while I tried to round up some milk and fruit for Annabelle.  No luck on the milk, but we scored some yogurt and bananas.  Good enough.  After another 45 minutes we loaded up again for the final leg of the trip - our train to Biarritz.  We were expecting a similar situation to the chaos in Paris, but this train boarding was much more mellow.  There were just a few other passengers in our car - a drunk, creepy guy (from who we kept our distance), a couple back packers and few families with children.  This two hour stretch went by quickly and we enjoyed the views of the French countryside. 

Finally at Biarritz, we hopped a cab to the airport where our car was waiting for us.  When we pulled up there was a man holding a sign that read "Ellis".  Yeah - finally something easy!  At this point it was about 7:30 pm and it had been a very long day.   With our Google Maps we made our way to Bidart where our little flat is located.  We called Gregory, who coordinated the apartment, and he met us on his scooter to escort us into the complex.  He had a nice stock of milk, eggs, bread, cheese and wine waiting for us and made sure we were comfortable before heading on his way.  We showered off the two days of travel and hit the hay.

Yesterday, the jet lag hit hard.  We woke up at a decent hour, but then took a long family nap before we hit up the grocery store.  The grocery store was extremely large, but interesting to navigate.  Things to note - yogurt is incredibly popular here.  I have never seen so many kinds (they take up a full aisle).  Tofu and hummus, not so much.  We are having to adapt Annie E's diet to a more French cuisine.  We accidentally purchased the creamiest cottage cheese ever in our attempts to find Greek yogurt.  Luckily Annabelle seems to like it.  It is almost like alfredo when put on pasta (what's not to like?) Another thing - you put a Euro into the cart to get them to operate as a deposit.  Interesting.  Lastly, you bring your own bags - how very eco-IKEA (love it).  This made for a few trips back and forth the car - something we have gotten used to the last few days.

Around 4:00 we went for a long walk to start exploring the little town that will be out home for the next month.   Everything is incredibly lush and green here.  There are rolling hills dotted with trees that lead out to rocky cliffs over the ocean.  There are several surf breaks close by and a darling little village called Guethary that is just a quick walk from the flat that has darling restaurants, shops and an open air market on Wednesdays.  The homes sort of look like Swiss chalets, but with Spanish tile roofs. All of it is very quaint and charming.  The other thing we are noticing is surfers in Biarritz do the OC better than the OC.  They are head to toe in logo gear, as not to be mistaken as anything but a surfer.  Again, I anticipate the language barrier to be hard and even potentially a little lonely, but we are still counting on hopefully some English speakers amongst the locals.

Today we met up with Gregory and his girlfriend, Emily, who gave us a quick tour of the local spots and showed us around Biarritz.  There is another great market in the heart of town where we sampled Basque cake, local oysters and had a glass of white wine.  Then we had a nice lunch at an Italian place and then hit up the La Grande Plage where Annie E. got her feet wet and played in the sand.  As I write this entry, Annabelle is taking a snooze and Nathan is having a beer on the deck.  Tomorrow we will attempt to find some semblance of a routine.  So far so good.  Ce la vie!  More to come...

Saturday, July 23, 2011

THE NEXT ADVENTURE

It has been quite awhile since my last blog entry.  Things have been very busy for the Ellis' in the past two months getting ready for our next big adventure.  After 4 truly amazing years in New York, we have decided to pack up and return to California, but not without first spending some time abroad.  A week from tomorrow, our little clan will board the red-eye for France and spend the next few months soaking up the culture of a foreign land.  We will begin our journey for the month of August on the beautiful shores of Biarritz, France.  We have rented a little flat on the beach where we hope to sample the local cuisine, surf, cook, read books, possibly write a book, and spend as much time with little Annabelle as possible.  My parents will be joining us st the tail end of our Biarritz stay.  From Biarritz we will make our way southwest to Piniche, Portugal, which is about an hour north of Lisbon.  In Portugal we are staying here and hope to do much of the same but in a different country and with a few dear friends and family visiting.  As the seasons turn and we head into October, we will return to France to visit Nathan's extended family in Toulouse where Diane and Michael will be joining us.  From there our plans are open to see where our travels might take us...Switzerland? Italy? Hmmm...the world could be our oyster, no? 

When we originally came to New York in 2007 we had no idea what we were in store for.  We had no idea how much we would love the energy of the city, the historic streets of our neighborhood, the diversity, and the new friends we would meet.  We did know, however, when it was time to go we should do something a little different.  Neither of us having ever lived abroad, we felt this would be the best time to do it with Annabelle still really young and with neither of us working.  We do not speak a lick of French or Portuguese aside from the limited vocabulary from the budget version of Rosetta Stone that we have been trying to find the time to practice.  Ou se trouve le banque? We anticipate some challenges with the communication that I am sure will be frustrating and comical all at the same time. 

This week has been a series of goodbyes, which for me is the hardest part.  Nathan and I both wrapped up at work on Friday and it still hasn't hit me that I will not be returning to the office on Monday.  I wonder at what point the days will bleed into one another when you can't tell Tuesday from Wednesday, or when I will stop counting down the days to the weekend.  We said goodbye to the cats - Bruce and Walter will be taking an extended stay at Great Grandma Irene's.  We also said goodbye to Vido, our beloved nanny and to several different waves of friends both with tears and laughter.  Goodbyes always make transitions difficult but inevitable.  This final week in NY we will devote to packing the apartment, painting,  prepping for the big trip and saying goodbye to the city that has been so good to us.