And in other news...

Now that I have gotten the emotional "I want my mom" update off my chest, I remembered I also have some pictures to post from the weekend.

On Friday, Geraldine, Pierre and Adele came to visit for the gouter. I have made a tarte au citron and we had a great visit. I was asking Geraldine to translate parts of the cookbook she gave me the night of the French fiesta, and as she tried to explain to me the different instructions for gougeres au fromage (fancy cheese puffs), we decided to just give it a try.

They didn't turn out *quite* right -- the first batch, in fact, could have been used as baseballs -- but I think the temperature in the oven here was too high as the second batch turned out a bit better. But it was so much fun to cook with a friend (and one who knew how to mettez, versez, otez, remettez, beurrez, saupoudrez and more).

Kate, Liv and Adele played beautifully. Liv said that Adele was beginning to understand them -- and they were beginning to understand her. At last!

Jack and Pierre kicked the soccer ball around for a while, looked at Jack's Pokemon card collection (who knew it would be as popular in France as it was in Japan and Canada?), and then decided to sit down to play poker. Eventually, John, Geraldine and I were drawn into the fun of Texas Hold'em, where Jack and Pierre promptly beat us (and Jack squeaked out a narrow victory over his friend). Fun French fact of the day -- the phrase for "I fold" in French is je me couche (I put myself to bed). Below, you can see Jack and Pierre sorting out Legos to make them work as poker chips.

Saturday held two social outings for us. First, in the afternoon we went to a gouter at Marine's, the daughter of my host family from Dijon. Her four girls and our three kids all played SO well in their huge backyard. We *may* be starting to make plans to arrange a marriage between Jack and either Penelope or Capucine... I'm sure they won't mind, right?

That night, we went to a dinner at Muriel and Sylvie's, who are connected to the local Buddhist community and who are friends of Geraldine and Thomas (who were invited to the dinner as well). They live in a wonderful old house in a small town about 30 minutes south of Beaune -- full of old wooden beams, great nooks, and twisty stairs. We had a very interesting, fun, and late night out.

Rounding out our incredibly social weekend, we had the great pleasure of having lunch here for a friend from university days who is living in Geneva with her husband and 11-week-old daughter. We hadn't see Cynthia and Lincoln in 12 years (although we had exchanged many an email and letter in the interim), and it was such fun to meet sweet Melina. It was a perfect spring day, with fresh food from the market, a walk up to Coconut Mountain (Mont-St-Victor) and to Rapunzel's Tower (the remaining tower from the old chateau in town), and some lovely cheeses (including a new favorite -- Epoisse). The kids fell in love with little Melina (and so did we).

The other excitement of the weekend is that I decided to give the kids haircuts. In the past, this has not always ended up working so well for us (especially Jack). Thus, this sign:

In case you have trouble, it says "I NOT GITING MI HAIR CUT" (his spelling is better in French at this point in his life). But I just trimmed around the ears, and he ended up looking like this:

Pas mal, n'est pas? Kate and Liv got just a trim, too... and new kerchiefs that are all the rage at their school right now:

We don't have much planned this week -- hopefully just cleaning and getting ready for a visit from my mom and friend Sharon on Sunday night. Fingers crossed for the winds to change!

More pictures of the Alps

Here are some more pictures from our great trip to the mountains, these from our "little" camera (which John usually carries) as well as Alex's camera. First, at our picnic on the Autoroute of the Titans.

And here is our Chamonix chalet:

Kids who are ready to go swimming:

And photos from our trip up the mountain. The first is the restaurant where we had our cheesy-lunch (as well as photos of Alex's meal, tartaflette).

Heading down the mountain:

The snow caves from the outside, and then many wonderful ones from the inside, and then the last one from the inside looking out:

And then a few our last morning on the deck in the sunshine.

A Montanan (and his family and friends) heads to les montagnes

The train strike continues to remind us that we are indeed living in France. Thankfully, after learning Kathy and Alex's scheduled trains to Paris were canceled yesterday, we were able to help them get on an earlier train and they made it to the airport after a bit of reorganizing (we kept talking about how you have to be flexible when you travel... this train strike is proof of that!). They should be on their way home right now.

It was a great visit -- and I think the highlight for our family was the trip to Chamonix-Mt Blanc in Les Alpes. (As an aside, Jack has been learning in school of all of the mountain ranges in France, and spent much of the trip describing not only where we were -- "Oh, we are now in Les Juras!" but describing the geography and history of the area (granted, some of his measurements were quite a bit off -- he told us, quite confidently, that Mt Blanc was 8,400 meters... when in fact it is closer to 4,800 or so). Still, I continue to be impressed with the schools here and all he is learning.)

It was Alex and Kathy who suggested heading to the Alps... we hadn't considered going there (just so many places to choose from), and now are so glad they did. Our friends John and Alli recommended heading to Chamonix, the site of the first winter Olympics and one of the four main cities of the region (the others-- Grenoble, Annecy, and Chambery, are much larger). Because they haven't steered us wrong so far, that's where we went. Since we are in a shoulder season (not the prime skiing time, nor the gorgeous summer mountaineering time), I was able to find a great deal on a little apartment right in the town, complete with small kitchenette and an indoor heated swimming pool (virtually guaranteeing that our kids would be thrilled, mountains or not).

To get there, we had to drive through The Autoroute of the Titans. Now, I am coming to believe if someone has taken the time to give a road a really great name (I'm thinking more "The Going to the Sun Road" versus "The New Jersey Turnpike"), it probably is going to be a great drive. That theory held up here, as we soared high above the valley on a road that included 12 viaducts and three tunnels and that did seem to be built by, or for, giants.

We had a picnic lunch at a beautiful rest stop on the amazing autoroute and headed into Chamonix in the afternoon. The mountains seemed to swallow us up as we drove into town, and with the high clouds, we couldn't see the tops of them. Our kids went swimming while Kathy and Alex went off to explore town.

The next day, after a morning swim and a bit of clearing of cloudcover, we decided to head up a cog railroad to Montenvers (and I mean UP, straight up), where we had a cheese-filled lunch before riding a gondola halfway down a mountain and then climbing down 300 steps into an ice cave drilled into a glacier.

Yes... the adventure involved: train travel practically straight up a mountain, a gondola ride straight down the other side of the mountain, a precarious walk down hundreds of stairs, and an adventure in an ice cave, which is slowly moving along with the rest of the glacier. It's like they made it just to make kids happy.

The glacier is called Mer de Glace (Sea of Ice) and it's the largest glacier in France (the picture to the left is from Wkipedia -- we didn't get that kind of view or blue skies on our trip -- but it shows the wavelike look of the grand glacier). The caves were incredible (and a tiny bit creepy... would they *really* stay up?) and the depth and vastness of the glacier as well as the markers that show how much it has receded in the last decades were awesome in that "awe" sense of the word (versus the Valley Girl sense).

We saw some skiers making their way down the glacier and then back up all of those stairs, despite all of the ice and melting snow. I think John contained his envy quite well -- this is one of the first years in the last 34 or 35 that he hasn't been skiing. I told him we'd come back, just us, to ski and explore more some day. I really hope we do.

After marching back up those 300 stairs (Jack said he counted just 296), we rode the gondola back up the mountain in clouds, had a chocolat chaud in the cafe, and rode the cog railway back down (down, down) the other side of the mountain. Dinner for the kids followed, then one more swim, and the kids were out. That's when John and I found the non-cheesey Japanese restaurant and enjoyed a rare date night.

The next morning gave us our best views of "the mountain", Mont Blanc, which is the highest mountain in the European Union. We could easily have spent the whole day watching parachuters landing outside of our window with the beautiful background of mountains.

We could even see the mountains from the pool . As another aside, Kate and Liv have made huge strides in their swimming during these two April trips we've made... by the last day, both were floating on their own with no life jacket or arm floaties, both were plucking pennies off the floor of the shallow end, and both were jumping into the deep end without holding on to our hands (we were there to catch them, of course... but until now both were nervous about jumping in without a hand to hold on to).

We reluctantly said goodbye to Chamonix at noon, and decided to take a bit of a scenic way home. John plugged some coordinates into the GPS, and at first I thought it was leading us far, far astray, and up a precarious tiny road that seemed to be zigzagging to the summit of Mont Blanc! With complete calm, John just kept driving up and up and up (while my fingers returned to the well-worn grips in the same minivan we rented when his parents were here and we zoomed through the autobahn in Germany) and eventually the road started gradually going down and down, through some of the most beautiful small mountain villages and countryside I have seen.

We stopped for a picnic lunch in a small village along Lac d'Annecy, then went into a cafe for dessert, coffee and bathrooms. (Yes, that is a tattoo of Dora the Explorer on Liv's head. Sometimes you just can't prevent these kinds of things from happening).

A few hours later, and we were "home". We are definitely thinking of this house in Villers-la-Faye as home, and are trying to block out all the thoughts of how hard it will be to leave it in just a few weeks. But they will be good weeks, at least (not that the last weeks and months have been so bad!). The kids will return to school Monday, and my mom and our friend Sharon will come for a visit in late April, and more and more flowers and trees are blooming each day. And the best part of all -- we have no train trips planned for a while!