Long weekends and languages

I guess any weekend’s a long one when you don’t really need to be at a certain place at a certain time on Monday mornings. I took advantage of that and slept in. For once, I was up late on A Sunday night, because John and I were in the middle of Django Unchained. Tarantino movies might be a rare exception to the multitasking bad habit I have. We’re finishing the movie now, and it’s taking me forever to write this post, because it’s quite the captivating film. I can normally pause whatever I’m doing in order to meet my old lady bedtime, but last night the clock struck 12:30 before John reminded me how late it was.

See, this is already a really poorly organized post. Where was I?

Oh, the weekend. We rode our new bikes around different neighborhoods, stopping in Cowley to get some soup and hummus. We made our way through center city, stopping in Primark and Poundland for essential things like throw pillows, hardware and peanut butter, and finally, to check out Aldi in Botley. We lugged Β£35 of cheese, milk, coffee and a huge kitchen rug back home, covering around 8-10 miles overall. The weather could have been warmer, but at least the skies were dry.

On Sunday, I woke up with a stomach ache (which actually started Friday night, and has just been a persistent stabbing pain since then. It comes and goes but I’m hoping it goes for good soon). It was even colder that day, so we passed on the bikes and bundled up for a walk into Headington, after a hearty “streaky bacon” (that’s “regular” bacon for Americans– British bacon is less marbled and cut wider), eggs and “soft cheese” on naan. I worked on my CV (Brits never call it a resume, for whatever reason) and tried to eavesdrop on the conversation of the French guys next to us.

And that brings me to the second part of this post’s title: languages. I thought I’d hear more American English here, but the language I’ve heard most often (aside from English, obviously) is French. I sat in Starbucks for a good two hours today, and at least 3 groups of people around me were parlez-ing francais. Unfortunately, my grasp of it has slipped so much since I graduated with that pointless BA in French 5 years ago, that I couldn’t understand any of it. But hey, if its the norm here to hear copious amounts of French in every Starbucks, maybe it’ll come back to me in a few weeks.


13 thoughts on “Long weekends and languages”

  1. Boy with all the bike riding your will surly keep your girlish figure…that’s what the Americans should do. leave the cars and get their fat as—- on bikes….will never happen until the gas runs out….so glad things are falling into place for you two. Did you receive the email from my son-in-law with the newspaper article and the photo clips of John and Matt. I thought they both looked rather handsome..well they are!!
    Take care…the spring here is finally peeking through you can see the buds and flowers breaking thru the ground and the birds singing away…thank God!
    Love and hungs,
    Aunt Nancy

    1. Ha, thanks Aunt Nancy! It’s easy to bike here, though…few hills, and everything is close by. You don’t have stretches of highway to get into town. John got the email and I agree, good pictures of both boys. Hopefully next week will be spring-ier here. I heard PA had some nice weather this weekend.

  2. Hallo liebe Clea ❀ Just figured out I can sign up for your updates…. Who would have thought it would take me so long? Ii love your writing and can picture you during your life in GB. Is you stomach gone by now? It might take some time to get used to the flow of your new life πŸ™‚ Do you still do your yoga? I think it may be your time to live every day as it comes without the rigid schedule you had for such a long time – and that needs getting used to! I am so happy for you that you have this time!!!!
    Alles Liebe,
    Deine Mama

    1. Thank you :). I knew you’d figure it out! I’m loving my life here, but like all changes, it’ll take some getting used to. Glad I get to see you soon (well, May is “soon-ish”).

  3. How are the short breads…I love them when I get them. Daughter has a tin
    with Lady Di on it someone brought back here full of short breads ..some time ago…ummm can still taste them..

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