Looking for yoga desperately

Yeah, looking back at the list of things I anticipating missing the most yoga was up there and i was right! Boy do I miss Brian's yogic motion (hey brian if you read me -you've got yourself a place to stay if you want to visit france!) I've been scouring the yoga options around here and it's proving challenging. It seems that french have a different conception of yoga, reserved to older women and closer to meditation and relaxation that physical exhausion and the mental relaxation that naturally comes out of it. My first attempt was in a small village nearby, I was getting excited given how close and convenient it was. I chit chatted with the other women before class and already one woman was commenting how she was hoping the teacher wasn't going to start the course with sun salutations... hum, I though, "pas gagne".... No, not yoga to me, relaxation at best. The teacher seemed suprised I wasn't thrilled like all the other women. Next i tried a class in the city of Limoges. Better I must say, in the right direction but nothing amazing. But the teacher was nice and advised me to try all the classes offered in the area which is a good idea! I know i'm bound to be dissapointed but I'll give it a good try. In the meantime I religiously practice at home with my tapes, i started on the second one and i'm suffering - but i like it!

My moment

All together this illustrates a much different mind state than the previous post...my daily cup of coffee with a piece of chocolate -or 2:) after lunch, which can end up being the afternoon given how undisciplined i am about my schedule these days. That's my favorite moment right there: a strong but not too strong cup of espresso (i've found legal to be the best brand here so far) with dark chocolate (cote d'or always the best, orange or raspberry flavor). Do i need to say more? Ahhhhh....

Scary Scarab...

This creature fell out of the ceiling of our mezzanine today! I had been hearing noises in the ceiling for the past couple of days and thought it was a mouse in the attic. I had told Lucian to go check it out on Sunday and he had put up traps, but I kept hearing noises all afternoon and it had started to drive me mad! I could hear it eating away at the ceiling's white polystyrene boards and it was scaring the heck out of me. Being by myself in the house, I got up on a chair and was banging the hell out of the ceiling with a ruler (funny scene) yelling at it hoping to scare it away but nothing was doing it. I summoned the courage to go up to the attic...didn't see anything there but i kept hearing the noise confirming it was trapped in the ceiling. At the end of my rope I called up my mom in tears asking what could i do, I was going crazy...finally i had decided to go back to the attic to finish it with the beast, when i saw little pieces of polystyrene on the floor and this black creature next to it. I raised my head and sure enough it had made a tiny hole up there...that was it!! a scarab bettle!... i really wonder how it got to my ceiling. It must have an even worst sense of direction that i do to mix up the fields for our ceiling:) pweh! what a scary experience and what a relief that was!

My first speeding ticket!

If we can call that speeding: 56km/h instead of 50 and that f%^&#@!$ radar flashed me. The worst part is that i knew where it was and i still got caught, i was lost in thoughts, going pretty slow, the sun in my face on that sunday evening when bam!, i saw the flash of the camera!
Not only did I have to depart with 90 Euros (which I could have found a MUCH better use for!) but one point gets taken off my driver's license...yeah, that's the French system for you. After a certain number of points are gone then your driver license is gone too and you have to go through some training - which you pay for btw - to get it back! Just another way to get the french government some money, and they damn well know how to do that! I paid for my ticket online through the goverment's website and i couldn't help but notice how nice and smooth the process was which is much much different on other sites. Definitely, the french goverment has perfected the system when it comes to taking citizens' cash!

We're not farmers!

Yet we now own a tractor! You'd told me that 10 years ago I would have screamed!! amazing how one changes over the years...that being said we're not about to raise cows, sheep or even chicken as friends suggested, but we need a decent machine to cut the grass of that big terrain around our house. I should say Lucian needed it as i wouldn't know the first thing about operating it, and i'm sure I would run into the house with it:) Doesn't he look at lot more countryside like now Jess?:) Now I know why I have a blog--to make fun of my husband without him being able to say anything about it...let's see when he ventures to my blog, i'm sure i'll hear about it.