The morning started out as usual, breakfast to the sound of seagulls, a call to British Airways call centre in Spain. An email arrived, to inform they still can’t find the luggage, fill out the attached form. No attachment. I think monkeys are running that company. After wasting more time talking to someone who has …
After spending half an hour on hold to British Airways yet again, with still no outcome, I decided to hit the internet to see if I could find some other way of tracking down my suitcase. Short of going to Charles de Gaulle and demanding to see what they had in storage, I came …
French Lesson #2 du lèche vitrine – window shopping I loved this phrase from the moment I learnt it at L’Alliances Françaises, 4 1/2 years ago, window shopping but it’s literal translation : to lick the windows! This morning with the seagulls in the background and the on hold recording from British Airways telling me it …
The sound of seagulls in cold weather is something that I associate with an English seaside town, not Paris, but that is the sound I wake to each morning. It is difficult to get out and about early each morning, not only is it icy cold but it is also still quite dark, so …
No PJ’s, no hot water bottle but three doonas later I slept like a baby – well until the wee hours at least. But hey jetlag does that to you. I could already sense a routine coming on. I got up to what felt like the middle of the night, in the dark and dead …
Having no luggage, feels like no ‘baggage’. I remember only too well, traveling around in my 20’s with just one bag and it is liberating. I have a secret wish that they don’t find the suitcase, even although there are things in there I don’t want to lose. What it did mean though, was no …
Red called half an hour before I was to leave for the airport to let me know traffic was chaos – I cancelled my pre-booked taxi and asked them to come straight away. Whisked off to the domestic terminal with the taxi groaning under the weight of my bags, I arrived in record …
French Lesson #1 Je vais – I’m going … the wonderfully, clever Michel Thomas who sadly, has since passed away, is my hero and my french teacher. Well not my personal tutor but kind of. This remarkable man developed his own unique way of teaching languages. With his method he not only gives you …
Who Wants a White Christmas Anyway? It was only yesterday, – I threw my head back and laughed – ha ha ha – I can see myself stranded in Singapore on Christmas Day with a suitcase full of winter clothes – ha ha ha. And as if on cue – the kookaburras in …
We learn a lot of lessons in life as we skip along through it. Some profound and some so subtle that we hardly reaslised what we had learned from a person or experience. Like a lot of Aussie’s before and after me, I filled a back pack and took off for two years wandering around …