Sunday, October 11, 2009
öövalve
eile valvasin uhes peres lapsi keskoost kuni poole viieni, pidin ehk poole kuueni aga ... pohjuseks oli, ullatus sunnipaev korraldamine pereisale kohalikus ooklubis.. mina transportisin neli last vanuses 9-12 keskoosel koju ja kotile..lihtne..aga kell pool kaks leidsin ma end ikka veel poiste toas neid magama sodimas..eks minu oine prantsuse keel oli mind juba maha jatmas ja siis poisid itsitasid pihku, et mis sa siis nuud utlesid..oi ma vihastusin ja hakkasin neid inglise keeles soimama ja siis pr keeles..utlesin, midagi tuntud ja labast, et kurat, mina vahemalt uritan nende keeles raakida ja viisakas oleks suu kinni hoida..ja mitut keelt nad raagivad ja veel midagi sellist harivat.. igastahes..poisid kobisid sonagi lausumata magama ja tuli kinni.. hahh.. korter oli natsa jahe ja nii piinlikult korrast, et ma ei leidnud tasse ja teed ules..Koik oli nii korralikult kuskile ara pandud.. pererahvas saabus siis natsa peale nelja... ja pereisa tassiti kahe tugeva mehe vahel.. tore sunnipaev oli olnud ja alkoholi voolas ojadena.. itsituste ja kommentaaride ja fotoka sahvatuste saatel paigutati ta voodisse.. ja ta joudis ainult ägada.. ma vist nuud oksendan.. pereema jooksis spinteri kiirusel kooki kausi jarele..aga vist hakkas parem ja eks tal hakati riideid seljast sikutama..sain oma 100 eurot ja ruttu koju..patu magas minu voodi poolel, kuna nurusin, et ta selle soojaks teeks kui tulen ega ta sealt enam ei liigutanud kah..vaga kummaline oli tema poole peal magada... nae, mis probleemid ilmnevad kell pool viis hommikul..
Thursday, October 8, 2009
looduse ilus ja soudmise ilu ja elu ilu
Olen viimasel ajal lugenud mitme Eestist Prantsusmaale oppima tulnud blogisid..nii palju erinevaid lugusid aga palju on ka sama.. jalutused joe kaldal, burokraatiaga maadlemine , opingud ja tudengielu..Prantsuse elu ja ilu kaemine ja nautimine..Ma tunnen, et appikene aga mina ju elan siin..ja ma arvan, et pole veel uhtegi siinset loodust kirjeldavat voi veini juustu nautivat lugu kirjutanudki:)
Eelmisel laupaeval kaisime Patu isaga turul ja siis jalutasime Rhone aart mooda kuni soudeklubini. patul oli seal hommikune trenn ja me lootsime teda ka joel naha. Patu isa oli isegi binokli kaasa votnud..Me elame ikka nii ilusas kohas.Ma arvan, et ma ei oskaks kohta paremini kirjeldada, kui Patu, kes on siin sundinud ja kasvanud..siin on katkend tema kirjast mulle 23 jaanuaril 2006
"..Tournon Sur Rhone and Tain L'Hermitage are separated by the Rhone river, which runs from Switzerland to Mediterranean sea.It is wide and very powerful when it rains a lot or when the water from the snowmelt comes town from Alps.
Then above the river, two suspended bridges, one for the cars and the other one for walking people, join the two cities.
The bridge for walking people(called"Passerelle") is very beautyful, it's made of steel and wood, and there are a lot of red flowers on it. When you walk on, you can see the river below you and it's shaking when the wind is very strong. Then depending on you've got a good inspiration or you're high-afraid, you can feel that you are flying or that you are going to fall down the river.
On the Passerelle, you could stay for hours, talking and looking at the river and the two cities. Behind them, they have high hills, ver green(it's Rhone Valley). On the hills, you have a lot of grapewines, that produce some very good red wine.On Tain L'Hermitage side it s actually covered with grapewines and the names of the owners are written in huges black letters on the big white walls that you can see from kilometers away, It s very unique.
On Tournon side, you cn find as well the grapewines, fruits and forest.
Tournon has a beautyful catsle from the middle age and the rennaissance. It has been very well preserved inside and outside. It s dominating over the city. iT was build on a very big block of white stone.Its very high and proud building, the real center of the city, historically and geographically..
Next you have beautyful church and a part of the city that comes directly from the middle age, with narrow streets made of stones and a lot of shops.
On both cities you can walk along the river quietly and just enjoy the scenery, see the swans andthe blue from the river and the sky, the sun, the green from the hills, the black and white walls in the hills and the cities made of gray, white and orange..
People are nice and simple, tourists come with a lot of money and leave with a lot less....(;;)
Ilus... Patrickut me joe peal ei nainudki kohe, nad olid juba joele lainud, votsime siis auto ning kihutasime mooda joe kallast neid otsima.; joe aare on moned pisiteed, mis pole, ime ime veel asfaldiga kaetud ning nagime suurt ookulli ja isa faasanit keset teed.. suutsime talle laheneda kuni uhe meetri kaugusele ja ta ei liigutanudki.. nii ilus oli.. enamus lehti on veel rohelised ja uhte punast poosast nahes tahtis patu isa kohe peatuda, et mine, korja, kuule..ja siis nagime ka patut.. aga neil oli hoog sees ja nad kimasid tagasi baasi poole.. seal me ta ka vastu votsime.. oh kus minu rind paisus uhkusest.. ta on soudmist teinud 8 aastat ja suurtel voistlustel kainud ja isegi Toulousis ulikoolis soueklubi president olnud..Ta ise saras onnest ja uritas teha tosist ja keskendunud nagu naitamaks, kui hasti ta ikka souab aga siis ta juba itsitas pihku ja lehvitas mulle..ja kusis parast, et kas ta ka hasti aeru tombas..andsin talle kohe musi.. nii tore oli ta seal oma liibuvas lillas soudekostuumis..nagu higine ja lokid laubale kleepunud:) ja loodus oli ka ilus ja see paev ka ja koik muu seal sees:)
Eelmisel laupaeval kaisime Patu isaga turul ja siis jalutasime Rhone aart mooda kuni soudeklubini. patul oli seal hommikune trenn ja me lootsime teda ka joel naha. Patu isa oli isegi binokli kaasa votnud..Me elame ikka nii ilusas kohas.Ma arvan, et ma ei oskaks kohta paremini kirjeldada, kui Patu, kes on siin sundinud ja kasvanud..siin on katkend tema kirjast mulle 23 jaanuaril 2006
"..Tournon Sur Rhone and Tain L'Hermitage are separated by the Rhone river, which runs from Switzerland to Mediterranean sea.It is wide and very powerful when it rains a lot or when the water from the snowmelt comes town from Alps.
Then above the river, two suspended bridges, one for the cars and the other one for walking people, join the two cities.
The bridge for walking people(called"Passerelle") is very beautyful, it's made of steel and wood, and there are a lot of red flowers on it. When you walk on, you can see the river below you and it's shaking when the wind is very strong. Then depending on you've got a good inspiration or you're high-afraid, you can feel that you are flying or that you are going to fall down the river.
On the Passerelle, you could stay for hours, talking and looking at the river and the two cities. Behind them, they have high hills, ver green(it's Rhone Valley). On the hills, you have a lot of grapewines, that produce some very good red wine.On Tain L'Hermitage side it s actually covered with grapewines and the names of the owners are written in huges black letters on the big white walls that you can see from kilometers away, It s very unique.
On Tournon side, you cn find as well the grapewines, fruits and forest.
Tournon has a beautyful catsle from the middle age and the rennaissance. It has been very well preserved inside and outside. It s dominating over the city. iT was build on a very big block of white stone.Its very high and proud building, the real center of the city, historically and geographically..
Next you have beautyful church and a part of the city that comes directly from the middle age, with narrow streets made of stones and a lot of shops.
On both cities you can walk along the river quietly and just enjoy the scenery, see the swans andthe blue from the river and the sky, the sun, the green from the hills, the black and white walls in the hills and the cities made of gray, white and orange..
People are nice and simple, tourists come with a lot of money and leave with a lot less....(;;)
Ilus... Patrickut me joe peal ei nainudki kohe, nad olid juba joele lainud, votsime siis auto ning kihutasime mooda joe kallast neid otsima.; joe aare on moned pisiteed, mis pole, ime ime veel asfaldiga kaetud ning nagime suurt ookulli ja isa faasanit keset teed.. suutsime talle laheneda kuni uhe meetri kaugusele ja ta ei liigutanudki.. nii ilus oli.. enamus lehti on veel rohelised ja uhte punast poosast nahes tahtis patu isa kohe peatuda, et mine, korja, kuule..ja siis nagime ka patut.. aga neil oli hoog sees ja nad kimasid tagasi baasi poole.. seal me ta ka vastu votsime.. oh kus minu rind paisus uhkusest.. ta on soudmist teinud 8 aastat ja suurtel voistlustel kainud ja isegi Toulousis ulikoolis soueklubi president olnud..Ta ise saras onnest ja uritas teha tosist ja keskendunud nagu naitamaks, kui hasti ta ikka souab aga siis ta juba itsitas pihku ja lehvitas mulle..ja kusis parast, et kas ta ka hasti aeru tombas..andsin talle kohe musi.. nii tore oli ta seal oma liibuvas lillas soudekostuumis..nagu higine ja lokid laubale kleepunud:) ja loodus oli ka ilus ja see paev ka ja koik muu seal sees:)
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