Living in France is a trip- and I don't think it's just with us. I try to imagine how the locals see us. For example, last April we got our Christmas presents from my parents because one fine early December day when my mother sent my father to the post to "ship these boxes to Randy", he did just th
at. My father shipped them. They sat at a dock for a few weeks till the boat was fully loaded, then they floated over the Atlantic and sat again, at a French port, and waited for a truck to come, then sat at the customs, and finally another truck, and then arrived at our home...in April. Needless to say, my child was the only one in April to be carrying around a talking Santa at the Super U. It wasn't strange enough the Santa spoke English, actually lots of the talking toys here do speak English I've found, but the fact that it was in April....APRIL. We didn't mind. We had Christmas again when the mail came….in April.
Much like now. November 12, 2006. We're having Halloween. Granted it hasn't been months passing, but a week or two, right. Yesterday we received another package from my mother. This time airmail. And in it was a very well built Superman costume- yes complete with bulging muscles and a large blinking “S” on the chest. Haven immediately put it on. Then I had to go to SuperU, our local grocery. The store would be closed in the afternoon and the entire following day. After all this is France, land of holidays. I have grown accustom to shopping for our daily needs so this shopping spree was a bit more urgent because I was not only shopping for lunch and dinner but also for the following day’s meals. I had to go. There was also no way I was going to get Haven out of his new costume. I would have had more luck getting myself into a size 5 pair of jeans! HA, and that’s far fetched to say the least. But I digress. And so, I took my chubby self, and my little fit superman, and walked out the door to the SuperU. Cars passed. And of course you know you will run into somebody if you look your worst right- it’s Murphy’s Law. Well double that if you’ve got a miniatures Superman tagging along behind you! It was really hilarious. And I haven’t learned yet how to say in French, “My mother just sent this to us and it’s really impossible for me to get him out of it so just for this day, in our house and where ever we go, it will be Halloween.” On top of that, Halloween isn’t even a much celebrated holiday here. They probably just think we’re nuts. So it’s also a good thing I can’t understand in French, “Oh that’s the boy who was carrying around a talking “Papa Noel” last April!! Look at him now…figures. Silly foreigners!”
Hey, when you live in another country, holidays don’t fall on the dates, they come in the mail.
at. My father shipped them. They sat at a dock for a few weeks till the boat was fully loaded, then they floated over the Atlantic and sat again, at a French port, and waited for a truck to come, then sat at the customs, and finally another truck, and then arrived at our home...in April. Needless to say, my child was the only one in April to be carrying around a talking Santa at the Super U. It wasn't strange enough the Santa spoke English, actually lots of the talking toys here do speak English I've found, but the fact that it was in April....APRIL. We didn't mind. We had Christmas again when the mail came….in April.Much like now. November 12, 2006. We're having Halloween. Granted it hasn't been months passing, but a week or two, right. Yesterday we received another package from my mother. This time airmail. And in it was a very well built Superman costume- yes complete with bulging muscles and a large blinking “S” on the chest. Haven immediately put it on. Then I had to go to SuperU, our local grocery. The store would be closed in the afternoon and the entire following day. After all this is France, land of holidays. I have grown accustom to shopping for our daily needs so this shopping spree was a bit more urgent because I was not only shopping for lunch and dinner but also for the following day’s meals. I had to go. There was also no way I was going to get Haven out of his new costume. I would have had more luck getting myself into a size 5 pair of jeans! HA, and that’s far fetched to say the least. But I digress. And so, I took my chubby self, and my little fit superman, and walked out the door to the SuperU. Cars passed. And of course you know you will run into somebody if you look your worst right- it’s Murphy’s Law. Well double that if you’ve got a miniatures Superman tagging along behind you! It was really hilarious. And I haven’t learned yet how to say in French, “My mother just sent this to us and it’s really impossible for me to get him out of it so just for this day, in our house and where ever we go, it will be Halloween.” On top of that, Halloween isn’t even a much celebrated holiday here. They probably just think we’re nuts. So it’s also a good thing I can’t understand in French, “Oh that’s the boy who was carrying around a talking “Papa Noel” last April!! Look at him now…figures. Silly foreigners!”
Hey, when you live in another country, holidays don’t fall on the dates, they come in the mail.
How cute Randy! I love his costume and you are the same size pants as me, hence you better not be chubby!. Just kidding but i love your site and i love your stories. I'll be writing again soon. 333
Posted by: taylor zella | November 23, 2006 at 07:34 PM