Eyes wide shut

 

No, I’m not talking about the movie of Tom and Nicole. It sounds interesting and exciting though… but  as far as I remember, it bored me. Though just the idea of something like that in existence sparks my curiosity… or anyone with a pulse for that matter.  Enough of the conspiracy theories.

 

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Anyway, it’s still about My Frenchie… and me being blind to the possibility that this may just be a game to him. I go back and forth analysing and rationalizing why or how the ball is still rolling… our world is still spinning. It’s been over a year and who would have thought that we’d keep this going. Not I for sure.

 

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Or is it just in my mind?

It can’t be! It’s not like I’m just making it up. It is happening. We’re still communicating. We make plans. But it stops there. In my mind, it’s all colorful and… who am I kidding? It is too good to be true. And you know what they say about those.

 

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

 

 

Meet and Greet: 3/24/17 (Danny @ DBDO)

Another Meet & Greet weekend with Danny @ DBDO…

Dream Big, Dream Often

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L’amour est un oiseau rebella

I was looking at things to do in Paris if and when I do go there this fall then I thought I’d check out the  Opéra Garnier or Palais Garnier – Opera National de Paris. My daughter says she wants to go to the opera so I checked out what they have but they only have schedules up til July and I said they have “Carmen” then she started singing Habanera. I’m familiar with Habanera but had no idea that it was part of “Carmen” so I had to check it out. Now I’m really excited. I hope it runs til the fall. I’m hoping that with the little French I know now I’ll be able to appreciate it more.

Composer: Geroges Bizet (1838-1875)

Librettists: Henri Meilhac and Ludovic Halévy wrote the story of the opera based on the novel Carmen by Prosper Mérimée.

The Setting of Carmen:  The scene of Carmen takes place in Seville, Spain during the mid 19th century.

Main Characters of Carmen

  • Carmen (soprano)
  • Don Jose (tenor)
  • El Dancairo (baritone)
  • El Remendado (tenor)
  • Escamillo (baritone)
  • Frasquita (mezzo-soprano)
  • Mercedes (mezzo-soprano)
  • Micaela (soprano)
  • Morales (bass)
  • Zuniga (bass)

 

The Story of Carmen, Act I

In a town square in Seville, soldiers and townspeople are gathered chatting and moving about, when a young peasant girl name Micaela questions the soldiers about her love, Don Jose. The soldiers try to persuade the young girl to stay with them until Don Jose returns, but she declines and leaves. Soon, Don Jose arrives moments before the cigarette factory bell rings and a group of women, including the beautiful gypsy, Carmen, exit the building. The soldiers flirt with the girls and asks Carmen when when she will love them.

Her reply is given in the famous aria, “L’amour est un oiseau rebella” a.k.a. the Habanera. (Can’t understand French? Read the Habanera lyrics and translation). (Watch a video of the Habanera.) Learn more about the creation of the Habanera in this Habanera Profile. When Carmen sees Don Jose she tosses a flower in front of him in order to seduce him. Don Jose picks up the flower and becomes enchanted by the beautiful Carmen. Shortly thereafter, Micaela returns with a letter and a kiss sent to Don Jose by his mother. In the letter, Don Jose’s mother has asked him to marry Micaela. Don Jose promises his fidelity and love to Micaela. Moments later, a fight breaks out at the cigarette factory between Carmen and another woman. Carmen injures the woman before she is captured by Officer Zuniga. Zuniga commands Don Jose to escort Carmen to prison. However, Carmen charms Don Jose into letting her escape. When Don Jose is discovered for letting Carmen escape, he is thrown into jail for one month’s time.

The Story of Carmen, Act II

At Lilas Pastia’s Inn, Carmen and her friends, Mercedes and Frasquita, are socializing with several soldiers including Officer Zuniga, when the victorious bullfighter, Escamillo, arrives with a celebrating entourage. During the Toreador song, “Votre toast, je peux vos le rendre”, Escamilo attempts to capture Carmen’s heart. (Watch a video of “Votre toast” (Toreador Song).) Learn the Toreador Song lyrics and text translation. However, his attempts are unsuccessful, as are Officer Zuniga’s, who tells Carmen that he will return to the inn later to meet with her – Carmen’s heart waits for Don Jose’s release from prison. A while later, once the crowd has dispersed, the smugglers Dancairo and Remendado ask for help from Carmen and her two friends. Mercedes and Frasquita agree to help, but Carmen refuses as she knows that Don Jose will be released from prison that day and meet her at the inn. When he finally arrives, Carmen dances for him. Her dance is cut short when a bugle sounds in the distance, signaling Don Jose to return home. Carmen mocks his obedience and tries to persuade him to remain with her and live the gypsy life. Don Jose does not give in until Zuniga arrives at the inn searching for Carmen. Zuniga orders Don Jose to leave, but in a fit of jealousy, he defies his commanders orders. Dancairo and Remendado tackle Zuniga and take him away from the inn. After all of this, Don Jose, feeling as if he has no other choice, stays at the inn with Carmen.

The Story of Carmen, Act III

Don Jose, now at the smuggler’s hideout in the mountains, begins to reminisce about his former home and his mother and starts missing them dearly. Carmen, who has decided she no longer loves him, takes notice and starts taunting him to leave, but he does not. Mercedes and Frasquita tell their fortunes with a deck of cards. For the two girls, the cards reveal a life of wealth, love, and luxury. For Carmen and Don Jose, it reveals death. After discussing their plains, the smugglers and the girls leave, while Don Jose watches over the hideout. Soon, Micaela, assisted by a guide, comes to the mountain hideout and hides behind a mound of rocks when she hears a gunshot fired by Escamillo. Escamillo enters the hideout and begins telling Don Jose about his crush on Carmen. He also tells Don Jose about Carmen’s relationship with a soldier, not knowing the story is about Don Jose. Don Jose becomes very angry and starts fighting Escamillo. The smugglers return before the fight gets worse. Escamillo invites Carmen and the others to his upcoming bullfight as he leaves the hideout. Micaela finally emerges from her hiding spot, and tries to convince Don Jose to return home during the aria “Je dis, que rien ne m’épouvante“. (Watch a video of “Je dis”.) After several unsuccessful attempts, she finally persuades him to leave by telling him his beloved mother is dying. Don Jose promises his return to Carmen and leaves with Micaela. In the distance, Escamillo can be heard singing, and Carmen begins heading in that direction.

The Story of Carmen, Act IV

During the procession of the toreadors, Carmen and Escamillo are seen arriving together. Mercedes and Frasquita warn Carmen that Don Jose is lurking around the crowd plotting to kill her. She tells them that she will speak to him to resolve the matter once and for all. While Escamillo enters the bullfighting ring, a desperate Don Jose meets Carmen outside the arena. He tells her she must commit her love and fidelity to him. She explains that she no longer loves him and throws the ring he gave her on the ground. Now completely mad, Don Jose stabs Carmen in the heart with a dagger. She dies simultaneously with Escamillo’s bullfighting victory. When the arena empties, Don Jose confesses his crime to the crowd. (Watch a video of the final scene from Carmen.)

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And because I love Maria Callas, I just had to add this.

It’s actually pretty good that it has French subtitles so we’d get an idea what they’re actually saying in French as it’s pretty challenging to figure it out.

 

Please check out this excellent post “Quick Trip to the Opéra Garnier” by Another AMÉRICAINE in Paris. She talks about Palais Garnier in detail and I’m telling you if I was on the fence before I’m not anymore.

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

 

 

Pardon my French… me no likey :(

 

Have you ever felt that you were played? I have, at least once.

I couldnt believe it considering how cautious I am and I tread lightly.

I must have gone through the several stages of grief within a couple of hours… many times… LOL

 

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I guess I must have fallen for this idiot.

Or maybe NOT coz he wasn’t really my type.

Seriously. I think it was just my pride that was hurt more than anything.

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I was initially in shock… then I was just really angry.

 

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I couldn’t believe  something like this could happen to me coz he was really really in love with me. Seriously!!! Well, so I thought.  He played everyone pretty well. I’ll give him that.

 

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Anyway, he tries to lie about it and tries to fix it. Apparently he actually was really in love with me and wanted to stay together.  He says he just felt bad for her and didn’t know how to say “No” to her. WTH!!!

In a nutshell, what happened was we got together after he broke up with his HS sweetheart but then she was so in love with him that she was willing to get back with him (in secret) even while he was with me. Is she for real!!! (I confirmed that story from a reliable source.) Anyway, I had no clue how long this was going on. A few months maybe. I just found out coz I was informed by my fraternity brothers which by the way he is one. And she’s my sorority sister, too. So we were like one big family noontime soap and everyone was all hush hush but my frat bros were pretty tight with me so they got my back and that’s how I found out.

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How the hell do you hurt someone you love? Please explain that.

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Against my better judgement, I almost gave him a chance but then I realized that he really is a douche bag.

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Then to save face he started acting like he was God’s gift to women. OMG!!! The audacity!!!

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Boo hoo! This could be you…

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or this…

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I was really hurt but… I obviously didn’t show it.

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I thought, what would’ve been the best revenge?

I didn’t make myself scarce. In fact, I attended all functions and  conspired with my bestfriend then who was also a frat brod. We showed up everywhere as a couple for a few months immediately after the break up and made everyone think that though we never confirmed it.

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Well… I never talked to him again then all of a sudden I see that he’s trying to be friends with me on facebook and he messaged me recently… greets me on my birthday and lets me know he’s coming to California to attend a Doctor’s convention and would like to see me. Um, I don’t think so.

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Have a nice life!

 

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

 

 

 

10 things I’ve learned about the French (after 25 years in France) by Joanna Munro

Okay, obviously this is not my writing. But I enjoyed it so much I love to share it with you. I would love to live in Paris someday but I’m afraid the French would hate me for murdering their language.  I am religiously studying French right now and I don’t agree with my app as far as how the app sees how I’m progressing with my pronunciation. But I think I’m getting a lot better with the vocab. Yeees!!! Anyway, I particularly love that she had to add Johnny Halliday (mon amour!)  in this article and she put a lot of light humor. It’s qute entertaining and  with great info. I am getting to be such a Francophile, I wonder if it has anything to do with me being a hopeless romantic. Well, enough of me lest I bore you.

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile

 

10 things I’ve learned about the French (after 25 years in France)

After a quarter of a century in France, writer Joanna Munro reckons she has figured out a thing or two about the French.

France is a gobstoppingly beautiful country, with fabulous geographic and climatic diversity, a rich culture and history, and gastronomy and wine to die for, says Joanna Munro.

But the most fascinating about the country, she adds, is the French themselves.

Here are ten things she loves about them.

1. They’re fiercely proud.  

The French dictionary has two different words for pride: fierté and orgueil. Whereas the word fierté describes noble pride, orgueil is defined as both the more arrogant pride that can come before a fall and “a justified feeling of pride,” thus making it defendable to be full of yourself. The French therefore unabashedly display both variations.

The emblem of France is the cockerel: the king of the farmyard, which comedian Coluche points out is the only bird that still manages to sing with its feet in la merde. Whatever happens, the French will always crow for their country.

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2. They take their health extremely seriously

The French medical system is one of the best in the world, and many taxpayers not only recoup their investment in the system, but enthusiastically dig a deep hole beneath the sécurité sociale. The slightest sniffle is immediately taken to be inspected by the doctor, who is generally referred to using the possessive: “My doctor…”  A long list of potions and lotions is promptly drawn up, including the dreaded suppository.

They even take the names of diseases seriously, I’ve heard the common cold referred to as “rhinopharyngitis”. At first I thought they did it to make themselves sound iller than they were, but it’s not that at all. For the French, health is a serious matter.

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3. They have a love/hate relationship with junk food

Unbeknown to the rest of the world, who are convinced that the France is to gastronomy what George Clooney is to sex appeal, French consumers happily chuck increasing amounts of frozen meals, microwaveable chips and processed cheese into their shopping trolley along with their magret de canard and filet mignon.

They loudly deplore what they call “la mal bouffe”, yet they can’t resist the stuff. When you catch them red-handed, they explain, “We only come here for the kids,” before tucking with gusto into a double cholesterol and fries courtesy of the scary, big-footed clown in stripy socks.

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4. They don’t like being told what to do

The French have an impressive revolutionary strand in their DNA. When President Sarkozy was ousted for President Hollande, the French filled the streets and proudly waved their fists in the air for political and social change. Then Hollande and his team started implementing their electoral promises, and France promptly set about what it does best: demonstrating. I have come to the conclusion that the French simply don’t like being told what to do, whoever they put in charge.

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5. French women make excellent hosts

I am in awe of the average French woman, who is the hostess with the mostest. Turn up at the door to say hello, and you will see her assemble enough seating for an army battalion, pull a meal out of nowhere and serve up dinner for twenty in the bat of an eyelid.

French women appear to be born pre-programmed with a Paul Bocuse recipe database and Martha Stewart’s organisational skills, and are never flapped by the surprise arrival of visitors. They just whisk a tart as big as a tennis court out of a bottomless fridge, and defrost a boeuf bourgignon that they’d cooked up in their spare time – “just in case.”

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6. They like to invent nonsense English words

The French have a fabulous capacity to invent words that sound and look English, but bear no resemblance whatsoever to the things they are describing. When an English speaker asks for an explanation, he or she is looked at with furrowed brows and told with an injured or amused expression that “eet eez Eengleesh”.

My favourites are le lifting (a facelift) le relooking (a makeover), le sweat (pronounced “sweet”: a sweatshirt), le jogging (either a tracksuit or a jog), and “les warnings” (pronounced  “varnings”: hazard warning lights).

READ ALSO: The best re-invented “-ing” words from the French

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7. They have mastered ‘rude politeness’

The French have a fascinating habit of being rude via the dexterous overuse of deferential language. I recently saw a heated exchange that ended with an official telling a man that “Môôôôsieur must do this” and “Môôôsieur must do that.”

Indeed, the most qualified users of this technique can actually speak to people in the third person, hence implying that as far as they are concerned, the other person simply isn’t there. All this over-the-top politeness actually results in a infuriatingly condescending attitude that puts you in a position of inferiority, but you can’t complain: they are being polite.

 

8. They like to touch you

 Going to the market in our village is a sensorial fiesta. It’s not just the smell of the roast meat and cheese, the winter sun bathing the cheerful colours of the market, and the bubbling sound of conversation and laughter.

It’s also the physical proximity and contact. Every time I arrive home, I feel like I have been to a massage parlour – once the obligatory handshake or noisy cheek-kissing has been accomplished, all conversation is punctuated by poking, prodding and squeezing the other person as if they were an overripe piece of fruit.

Photo: Simon Blackley/Flickr

 

9. They have their own take on English-language music

Some French singers give themselves English stage names, pronounced with a heavy French accent. It took me a while to work out that Johnny Halliday (pronounced Djonny Alliday and pictured below) was actually French.

I am always amused to hear the French singing along to English songs. Particularly when they don’t know that the lyrics are highly inappropriate and are sung by teenagers wearing headphones in the bus as the granny across the aisle grins and taps along in time with her feet.

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10. They have a great sense of humour… I hope

Last but not least, I love their sense of humour and their ability not to take this kind of article too personally, with what they call “le flegme britannique” (this has nothing to do with phlegm, but designates stoic British composure). At least, I hope so…

 

NOTE: This article is by Joanna Munro, who runs the Multifarious Meanderings blog from Montpellier, and who has called France home for just over 25 years.

My New OomA (object of my affection) or LI?

And the plot thickens… I was just writing about My Cheating Heart and there was a sudden turn in events. Of course I do not want to get ahead of myself but I couldn’t help but daydream about this guy when I got home. So here I am with a new OomA or my new LI? ( = love/lust interest… pick your choice).

 

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I have no nickname for him yet. He has a really hot name but I wouldn’t want to write it on here. He is Latino so I was looking at a list of “hot latino names” but nothing comes close to my fantasia. My most fave hot latino name is so close to his name so I don’t want to use it just in case he ends up reading this in the future. You never know.

 

Anywhoo, he’s occupied my mind for a bit then I decided “Naaah! He’s too young.” So I stopped… briefly til we saw each other again and this happened. You see, when we saw each other a few days ago, we started talking and it went down like this… now tell me if I’m going crazy or what…

  • Him: So what do you do when you get home?
  • Me: Huh? (idk. It was a simple question but I felt tongue tied… I’m sure it was just an attempt at small talk. Right?)
  • Him: I mean do you work out?
  • Me: Oh yeah, I used to go to the gym a lot but since I hurt my back a few months ago I don’t go as much. But I have a personal trainer and I see her a couple of times a week at the gym. Then I do yoga… yada yada yada
  • Him: Do you work out with your husband?
  • Me: I don’t have a husband.
  • Him: Great! Then we can work out together.
  • Me: Um, ok… (silence… I’m trying to let it sink in… what just happened?  he wants to work out with me… what? why? why does it matter if I had a husband? )
  • Me: Which gym do you go to? I have a couple, LA Fitness and…
  • Him: (kinda cuts me off) Sure, I can go to LA Fitness.
  • Me: ok. I’ll see you later. (then I run off to make my rounds before one of us ends up asking for a number or pencilling it in. Chicken!!! bok bok bok)

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I’m obviously “crushing” hard on this guy now. I really hope he’s not able to read through me coz Imma gonna die!!! Yeah, drama queen! LOL

Grosses bises  ♥  Etoile