Today we discuss La Poste. It’s one of the most identifiable things here. La Poste is, obviously, the post. The mail. The mail trucks are bright yellow and have that little blue logo on them that says … you know. Like a normal post office the lines are always long and I hate going in there and tying someone up while I explain in my broken French interspersed with Spanish and English that I need postage to mail 5 postcards. So on one of their trucks I saw that they have a web site. I went there, but what was I thinking, it takes me 40 minutes to read through the site to figure anything out. Here’s a challenge, go to La Poste and see if you can determine from this site how much it would cost to mail a letter to the US from France. Go ahead, go there now, I’ll wait…Any ideas? Find anything that looks like it might lead you in that direction? I found it to be easier to write the postcards, take them with me to La Poste and hand them over to the woman at the counter and say ‘aux Etats-Unis’ she will then tell you that it costs ‘quatre-vingt-dix’. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it costs ‘four-twenty-ten’ cents to mail a postcard (or letter) to the US. That would be ninety cents (90 Euro cents which is slightly over a dollar). And for further oddities, I really enjoy counting past 80 because of the way you say the numbers. 80 is 4-20 and 90 is 4-20-10, but wait it gets better, 96 is 4-20-10-6. Isn’t that fun!
Ok, in further developments, made another pilgrimage to IKEA today. Our first real house guest will be here with S on Saturday night as it turns out. So I’ve been scrambling to organize and finish the upstairs rooms. Happy to say that the house tonight looks great. I, on the other hand, have sustained another injury. From all the moving and unpacking I have collected a large assortment of bruises, mostly on my legs. Today I assembled a small bureau and then dropped it on my leg while carrying it to the room it’s going into. Ever hurt yourself so badly that it actually takes your breath away. This reminded me that I don’t know who to call in case of emergency, fire, death, dismemberment… I am reasonably sure that there is a number to call but beats me what it is. Something to learn before I cook another meal. Well, you all are probably off to lunch but it’s 20hr here and I’m off to burn some dinner for myself. Tomorrow we’ll discuss the stove/oven issue. Hugs and kisses, I miss you all.
