Hi there! We made it to the end of the year! This is my last “Monthly Slice” post for 2017 (you can see the rest here). I started writing little monthly posts because I wanted to share little bits of my life in California and other miscellaneous things – podcasts I enjoy, new recipes to try, TV series I’m hooked on, etc.
Happy new year from France! I’ve spent the last few weeks with Hugo’s family in the Rhône-Alpes and it’s been glorious. We’re both so happy to be back in France.
Hi there! The end of the year is catching up with me. Will there ever be a point where time doesn’t fly by in a blur?
I started off November in a whirlwind. I spent four days volunteering at a major localization industry conference in Santa Clara. It was fantastic – there were speakers from major language service providers like Lionbridge and Moravia and tech companies like Slack, Pinterest, GoPro, Google, Facebook, Netflix, Adobe, Uber, Salesforce, and more. It was also a fun time to bond with some of my friends from school who were also volunteering. I learned a ton and met so many interesting people, but I was absolutely destroyed by the end. I love talking to people, but being in networking mode for 10 hours a day, several days on end is exhausting!
Lyon is full of beautiful little shops with handmade things. Walk around Ainay (near metro stop Ampère), Les Pentes (the hill just north of Place des Terreaux), or Croix-Rousse, and you’ll find artisan shops and concept boutiques in droves. These are a few of my personal favorites.
I have bought many a gift from this pretty little store in Ainay. Mathûvû has quirky cards, pretty jewelry, lovely home decor items and notebooks, even clothes, dishes, and games for children. I can’t go in without wanting to buy everything.
A slice of October…
Hi everyone! Recently, I discovered something cool that I thought would be great for American expats abroad. It’s Blow Birthday Cards, an online greeting card company which lets you select a card, add a handwritten message, and mail it to anywhere in the U.S. without leaving the house or putting on pants.
As much as I want to be that person who buys a cute card in a boutique, writes a message, and mails it at the post office, I just am not. (My mother is. She sends handmade cards with beautiful messages and addresses them in calligraphy.) I buy cards and never mail them. It’s terrible. When I was living in France, I might have actually sent cards to my family if I could have done it online like this. (Sorry, family.) Here’s a little peek at how it works and some of my favorite cards.
Hi! How was your September? Mine was unseasonably warm and has left me buried in schoolwork, so I’ll keep it short (software localization awaits!)
I’m currently working on an interesting project in a class on internationalization and culture – we have to come up with a product that would not fly in our home country (or, for Americans, the foreign country we know best – France in my case). It’s funny, because a lot of things that people think wouldn’t work in France have actually already been adopted, like fast food, fashion sneakers, and to-go containers (well, they’re on their way in…)
Did you know that Lyon was voted “Europe’s Leading City Break Destination” last year? It’s not hard to see why. Lyon is perfect for a little getaway – there’s lots going on, but not to the point that it’s overwhelming. You can make a weekend out of it, or stay awhile, if you’re not in a hurry. The city has evolved so much in the last few years, with loads of hip cafés and new restaurants setting up shop. It’s a city close to my heart, and if you ask me, it’s ze place to be in France. (I should know – I stayed for three years.)
Whenever I spend a few months in a new city, I make a list of all the things I want to do and systematically check them off (boy, do I know how to have fun.) Otherwise, I get lulled into the stupor of “we can go anytime,” and “anytime” turns into “never.”
August marked the end of my time in San Francisco, so I checked a few last things off my list…
I moved about eight times in four years in France. You’d think it wouldn’t phase me anymore, but no. I hate moving. I dread moving. I hang onto stuff I should throw out and I throw out stuff I later regret. And I have no upper body strength, so I suck at the actual moving things part too.
(Remind me to tell you about that one time Hugo and I moved a convertible sofa, just the two of us. Actually, I’ll tell you now. It was really, really, really heavy, and there was no parking in front of our building. We had to park several blocks away and carry the damn couch. I literally howled all the way down the street. Hugo was super embarrassed.)