I wish I could write a very interesting story about a very interesting day, but I’m not. It was just a standard Monday, I woke up, breakfast, had lunch, prepared food for work and I went to work. Oh, a little bit interesting: I came in an hour early, because I thought I had different working hours. An hour is a but too much to just sit and wait my time out, so I went to the supermarket to do my groceries. An hour of shopping feels so good, if you don’t have to hurry to prepare for work. Then I worked until 23h. At home I found out that I can set my Netflix on the Dutch version, so that I can watch Pretty Little Liars at home, yay!
Not interesting, just work.
Nope – today wasn’t interesting either.
I felt the spring blues, so before work I went for a walk in the lovely area of the Zone Industrielle of Limonest. Okay, it is not beautiful, but I just wanted to walk for an hour, so moving somewhere by car would be nonsense. I worked and after work I went to Lyon to pick up my housemate, who came back from a trip to the Netherlands. My life is so cool – right?
I changed shifts with a colleague, so that I could leave work at 8pm. For the second day in a row, I was picking up someone who came back from a trip to the Netherlands, but this time it was my aunt. I went to the airport of Lyon, picked her up and together we drove to her house in Grenoble. After 7 days of work I was pretty tired, so at one point my eyelids started to feel heavy, so we changed places and my aunt drove the last km’s. After saying hello to the rest of the family and a quick talk, we all went to bed exhausted.
I woke up early, because my family always has breakfast together. I usually go back to bed afterwards, or I have my breakfast later, but this time I decided to stay awake and read a bit in the Bob Proctor book I’m reading. On the internet I saw a nice t-shirt in a shop near my parents house, my mom bought it for me and gave it to my aunt when she travelled back to France. So I could finally try it on! My cousins grandparents were planning on coming over for lunch, so my aunt spended the whole morning preparing lunch. After a few phone calls in every which mémé changed thoughts about coming over or not, we ended up having lunch just with the five of us. Mémé did send a lasagne with my uncle. It was made with meat, but I couldn’t resist eating a good Italian lasagne. Such a dilemma. So I decided to have the lasagne and scrape of the minced meat I could scrape off. It was delicious!
After lunch we were all feeling tired, so we took a good Saturday afternoon nap. When we woke up and rearranged our faces and clothes, I joined my aunt on a visit to an Italian older couple who once were the babysitters of my cousin. Visits here in France often have some kind of festive atmosphere. In this case too. They served a peachy sparkling wine and a homemade tarte de praline. Very yummy.
In the evening my oncle and cousin prepared a nice apéro, with Sicilian olives (picked by my family themselves!), a few other snacks and of course a glass of Pastis. For finner they served the same as for lunch and a salad, which I enjoyed a lot.
My uncle went to the boulanger across the street for fresh bread, and this time a brioche aux pralines. I combined a piece of brioche with my shake. In the morning my aunt went to church and my uncle went to the market, I cleaned up my computer – there are lots of old pictures and files that need to be organized. When my uncle came back, he prepared another apéro. He brought delicious olive tapenade in three sorts, black, green and one with bell peppers. They were all freshly made and so good! Not too much crap added, which resulted in a somewhat bitter tapenade. But hey, olives are a little bitter and pure tastes so much better!
At lunch there were three beautiful cheeses he also brought from the market. I was a very, very happy girl. To end the weekend well, we went to visit friends of my aunt, who she has known for ages. They have seen me as a baby, as a little child and a few times in the last couple of years. It was nice to see them again and here we conversated over tea and – again – a brioche aux pralines. This one was homemade and even though the brioche itself wasn’t stuffed with pralines, they made a lot of extra pralines which they put in a box! Good, but a bit too sugary for my taste.
When we came back from the visit, my uncle prepared a quick hot chocolate to finish the weekend and then I went on the road. Here in France ‘co-voiturage’ is a popular way of transportation. I had put my trip from Grenoble back to Lyon on that page, so I had to go to the train station to pick up my travel companions. They were three lovely French ladies and the time passed quickly.
At home, I finished my weekend with a Skype call with my business partner. We spoke about a few new ideas and opportunities – what exactly I will keep a secret for now.