It’s 8 of March so I just want to wish Happy Woman’s Day to all my female readers.
We are living in a small village with 2763 inhabitants. Did I say living? Now this is the declared number of people living around here, if you just walk casually down the street, you could feel that this number is much lower. And you could be right. Who knows, I haven’t counted every single one of them, that’s for sure.
Paris can be a beautiful city. The Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, quirky coffee shops, tabacs and restaurants everywhere. It’s charming.
As long as you don’t want to move around. It becomes awful. It’s either sitting in the traffic jam or squeezing in the metro. If you can even get in the first one. Or taking the bus… Which is confusing as they are constantly deviated from their usual route by roadworks. As a tourist you never know which RER is going where, which bus to take. With all the changes public transport is even confusing to locals.
I’m doing my grocery shopping daily as we’re sharing only a very small fridge. Just before coming here I was staying for a few days in France. I could not help but notice how prices here are significantly lower. In some cases prices are even lower than in Hungary or Romania. I have also noticed that basic products such as milk, eggs, yoghurt, flour, sugar etc cost the same to the cent in most stores. Why is that happening?
My method is not revolutionary. It’s actually quite simple. I make it a priority. I do it in the morning before the day really kicks off. So I make sure it will be done before I get caught up for today in this thing called, you know… life.
I wake up every day at 6:30. I do a quick workout and then I take a shower. I make myself some coffee and sit down and read a bit from the 10-15 blogs I follow regularly. Or the links they post to other people’s interesting articles.
As you have found out from the post before I’m living in Bawinkel. The smallest German village I have ever seen. But I am working in Lingen. Which is a town. Not a big one either. But it has coffee shops, restaurants and supermarkets. And people on the streets! Not much is happening in the tranquil town of Lingen, besides the yearly carnival that is.
Just without inspiration. And time. Sometimes both. I’m not lazy, I promise. I’ve written a couple of drafts that are just not quite good enough. They didn’t cut it with the one-man editorial team of this publication.
I have to re-train my writing muscle. Form the habit of writing again. Will try to post again daily, just to get back at it. TRY is the keyword here. Please DO scold me heavily in the comments if miss a day or two.
Ok, the title is a slight exaggeration. No one killed anyone. Not yet at least, but if we’re looking at history and at current trends that will be the case. The TV, as we know it now, will be gone from our lives and it will turn into the new radio. The new TV, where we will focus all of our conscious attention is the internet. The “mobile internet” more precisely.
Petit vin, petit fromage or in one word: apero. What is it? An occasion invented by the French to eat cheese and drink wine. Smart people.
They had the 35-hour work week for ages. You might have heard that now they’ve passed a law, making it illegal to answer work related e-mail for French employees outside of office hours. Not bad of a work-life balance, or as the frenchies would say, pas mal.