An interesting thing about Facebook is that 10 years ago it prompted you “Paul is…” and then you just did a brief blurb. No news, no stories, limited photos. As a result I get blurbs like this from 10 years ago that I cannot really decode anymore.
I assume I was caught in a rainstorm of some type. Or maybe went running?
#10-years-ago #deletefacebook #paris
At this remove I have no idea where I went riding. Switzerland? France?
#10-years-ago, #cycling #deletefacebook
We lived in Paris at the time and were a bit disconnected from what the feel was. It was a long day hitting the refresh button on the browsers, waiting for the final call that the U.S. was moving in the right direction after so many wrongs.
10 years ago today was, apparently my 10 year high school reunion. Pictured here are two of the people who were responsible for ensuring I made it through high school. Glenny and I were buds sometime end of Freshman, early Soph year. Earlier? Days at the arcade playing Rush’n’Attack turned into overlay drunk nights. Guido (Jason to normal people) and I became friends over lunch and hacky-sack. Guido was also one of the only people I knew who could sing all of the words to Simon and Garfunkel back before they were cool (or cool again).
There were plenty more friends who got me through of course, but I love seeing this photo. Lovely that we are still friends and chat to this day (although Guido and I are long overdue to catch up).
Sorry I missed my 20th this year.
10 years ago today we had just moved to Paris. We wandered the city and eventually wound up at a lovely little bistro in the 16th.
We are really overdue for a trip / visit / relo back to Paris.
I don’t have a specific photo from the cafe but this is definitely the right day and area
10 years ago we had surrendered our Swiss visas in order to move to France. We went to the French consulate in Zurich, and, with stunning efficiency decided we needed to wait several days to get our French visas. The kicker…
- We had already closed up our apartment so we needed a hotel
We were essentially stuck in Zurich for days without being able to leave*. Sure, we could wander the surrounding area but we had no formal proof we were okay to be in Switzerland as our passports were at the French consulate.
Needless to say when the person behind the glass window said “well it is August, maybe you get them back in two weeks” I considered a repeat of the attack on the Maginot line. Thankfully I realized that unlike the French Army the French Bureaucracy would never surrender and I better back down, make Bambi eyes, maybe get a kid or two crying (they were great), and just beg.
- I know, first world problems. I was a refugee of sorts, an illegal alien. But I knew at any moment I could head to the embassy and take my family out of there. While it was a weird feeling and not a lot of fun to be in Zurich when we wanted to move to Paris already… but not all that dramatic.
What is this phrase? It’s the Swiss phrase one says before everyone eats, equivalent to bon appetite in French or buon appetito in Italian. I’m not sure precisely how this translates, I…
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Very interesting piece of history for me. We moved to Switzerland and all the new cultural things were just amazing.
Funny that all these years later I still don’t know what the English phrase for “en güetta” is.