When you send a text message to a guy saying: "Would you like to catch up tomorrow night?", you will most likely receive a message saying: "Your house or mine?"
Because for French guys: catch up = have sex.
So now you know :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Hundionu Kullionul kylas aka weekend in Brussels
So the real inspiration for blowing the life bac into my blog comes from Brussels. From Kullionu, to be more exact. Because - the last weekend (Sept 11-12) was one of the best ones in 2009. Because I visited Brussels and Kullionu. Gotta love living in Europe for having these wonderful opportunitites to spend weekends in other countries.
My sole goal was to see Kullionu and Kullionu junior. Kullionu jr. is almost 2 and I have still not seen him. This is unletable. So off I went on Saturday morning at 6.30. 2 hours to Paris, 30 min to change stations and about 1 hour to Brussels.
There they were - all three of them! Sooooooo awesome!
We visited the bio market, which c
omes together not too often.
I was amazed to hear a random woman passing by speaking estonian. Such a homey feeling.
The afternoon started with Kullionu and I 'solving' a bottle of Vouvray wine between the two of us and catching up. Beautiful moments!
Then - Kullionu made moules (mussels). Apparently in Estonian dialect they are called 'mullid' that in english would equal to 'bubbles'. So for a while was wondering to myself what kind of lunch this will be - made of bubbles (and love and air???). The lunch was delicious! Supertasty!
Aitah Kullionu!
Around 5 we were heading
over to Ave's. She had organized an academic evening for academic crowd in Brussels and was expecting 32 people. We went to help out with the food preparations. And so the evening went. Quickly. It was VERY VERY great night. It was really good to see Ave and Mairis and Tobrekas again. And have some wine and talk with people who understand each other on the different (Estonian, academic) level. I also met Gert Antsu there. I have not seen him for 6 or more years... He is doing well and is an ambassador now.
Kullionu and I arrived back home around 2, where Rax had made a nice bed for me.
Sunday started unusually early (for me) - around 7.30 or 8, when Kullionu Jr. woke up. But it was a beautiful morning. Just to hang out.
The most beautiful moment was that Kullionu had made a little too muct porridge for Kullionu Jr., so I got the leftover. I have not had porridge for breakfast (or for any other meal) for ages. And this one was made by Kullionu! Honestly - life cannot get better than that!
We went back to the market around noon. This time it was the so-called regular market. I saw some tasty chickens and a huge cute dog. And other market things. We walked around the market and visited the Parliament and took the compulsory picture with the skinny girl holding the Euro sign. She did not introduce herself though... And I saw Kullionu's building and Kullionu Jr's kindergarden. It makes quite a difference in understanding peoples lives
, once you have seen some more important landmarks with your own eyes.
Afternoon got spent at Ave's with tea and leftovers and chatting with Ave, Mairis and Kullionu. It was indescribably amazing.
On our way home we stopped at The Cinquantenaire Park. So I could get a little bit of touristy stuff into my weekend too. They had some sort of electronic picnique going on and probably for an unrelated reason there were lots of fancy cars. We had a beer, a small photosession and a waffle, and then headed back home. September is not a summer anymore.
We had chicken and harigot vert for lunch/dinner and soon it was time to head to the trainstation.
It was an amazing weekend!
We will repeat it soon. Either in Brussels, Lux, Paris or London or some place elsewhere.
it's time
It has been a long summer. Fun summer. But it disappeared in a blink. As you can probably tell by the silence here. But now it's September, and I think it's time to get back to writing. What do you think, Kullionu? After April the September comes, right? :)
I did write a few things about the summer in France though. These memoires are here:
And I still have an idea to talk about July and August as well. I even have the text ready. If I could just find a few minutes/hours to choose and edit some matching pictures. But soon, I hope.
So - welcome back :)
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