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Burned a lot of daylight sleeping...
Jun. 9th, 2011 09:32 pmGalina and I hit the sack around 11 pm last night, and woke up again around 3 in the morning. After tossing some, I fell back asleep around an hour later and the next thing I knew—it was very nearly 10 am!
I made a mad dash to the corner boulangerie while Galina made breakfast, and returned shortly thereafter with a fougasse and a loaf of rustique. The fougasse looks a little like a pizza, as it is flat, with melted cheese and tomato slices, but doesn't taste like a pizza owing (I'm guessing) to the lack of sauce. For whatever reason, my half went well with Galina's fried eggs.
The coffee we bought upon arrival comes packaged in individual, cup-sized packets. It is easily the worst coffee I've had in years, although to be fair, the tap water we've been using for coffee may be a contributing factor.
Some work came in after our late breakfast, and I decided there was enough of a time lag between there and here to postpone working on it until this evening. While Galina got ready to go with me over to the 6ème to a place that offers an opportunity to practice one's conversational skills, I went down to the bank to see about withdrawing some euros I'd deposited some time ago.
The web site suggested that the bank branch closest to us was open from 9 am to 5 pm and did not—as was suggested by pages for other branches—have an hour break between roughly 2 and 3 pm, but the reality was that the branch did close for an hour in the afternoon, so I went back to the apartment. Then the two of us returned to the bank, where eventually, it became clear why attempts to access my account this morning had failed. Apparently, the bank had sent mail to my address of record, which for some reason had been returned, which resulted in a block being placed on my account. Fortunately, the issue was resolved and I was able to ease the strain I've been feeling in my wallet.
Prices around these parts are pretty high, and the lousy exchange rate (about $1.50 per euro) doesn't make them look any better. The fougasse cost €4.50. The signs along the highway advertised gas at about €1.50 per liter (or about $8.50 per gallon). About the only "deal" we've seen was for a 750 ml bottle of Fitou red wine for €2.25, which actually was quite drinkable. (I'm sure any bottle of wine on sale in the States for under $3.50 would not fare as well in my estimation.)
In the end, between straightening out the bank mixup and having to shop, we didn't leave the neighborhood. Upon returning, I managed to translate 2,000 words, and am looking at a small mountain of stuff that's piled up. Still, it's what I was hoping for, so there's nothing to complain about. With any luck, I'll still have time to pop out from time to time and take a look around.
Cheers...
I made a mad dash to the corner boulangerie while Galina made breakfast, and returned shortly thereafter with a fougasse and a loaf of rustique. The fougasse looks a little like a pizza, as it is flat, with melted cheese and tomato slices, but doesn't taste like a pizza owing (I'm guessing) to the lack of sauce. For whatever reason, my half went well with Galina's fried eggs.
The coffee we bought upon arrival comes packaged in individual, cup-sized packets. It is easily the worst coffee I've had in years, although to be fair, the tap water we've been using for coffee may be a contributing factor.
Some work came in after our late breakfast, and I decided there was enough of a time lag between there and here to postpone working on it until this evening. While Galina got ready to go with me over to the 6ème to a place that offers an opportunity to practice one's conversational skills, I went down to the bank to see about withdrawing some euros I'd deposited some time ago.
The web site suggested that the bank branch closest to us was open from 9 am to 5 pm and did not—as was suggested by pages for other branches—have an hour break between roughly 2 and 3 pm, but the reality was that the branch did close for an hour in the afternoon, so I went back to the apartment. Then the two of us returned to the bank, where eventually, it became clear why attempts to access my account this morning had failed. Apparently, the bank had sent mail to my address of record, which for some reason had been returned, which resulted in a block being placed on my account. Fortunately, the issue was resolved and I was able to ease the strain I've been feeling in my wallet.
Prices around these parts are pretty high, and the lousy exchange rate (about $1.50 per euro) doesn't make them look any better. The fougasse cost €4.50. The signs along the highway advertised gas at about €1.50 per liter (or about $8.50 per gallon). About the only "deal" we've seen was for a 750 ml bottle of Fitou red wine for €2.25, which actually was quite drinkable. (I'm sure any bottle of wine on sale in the States for under $3.50 would not fare as well in my estimation.)
In the end, between straightening out the bank mixup and having to shop, we didn't leave the neighborhood. Upon returning, I managed to translate 2,000 words, and am looking at a small mountain of stuff that's piled up. Still, it's what I was hoping for, so there's nothing to complain about. With any luck, I'll still have time to pop out from time to time and take a look around.
Cheers...
