Trying to get rid of this…and it is not working. In fun news, you should see the size of my left kidney, the CT scan shows it taking up twice to thrice as much space as it should. It’s pretty cranky right now. Heehee, if you are not familiar with cross section CT scans, that’s my butt crack at the bottom there, with the first white thing as my spine and the two white things in the side are my pelvic bones. The circle is the stone measuring 6.81mm, about half the width of your thumbnail.
I got to do a little walking around and saw some sights. Just like a baby, the more I move the faster this stone will come out. This is St. Michel, just down the street. Like no big deal. This giant, beautiful old church just sits there like, meh, there’s one on every corner.
Turn handle 180 degrees to allow door to lean backwards for fresh air. This was a terrifying first discovery when I flipped up the handle and had the door start falling back on me. I thought for sure I had broken it and now had to support the weight of a falling glass door coming towards me.
Mandatory recycling (yay!!!!). The commune has different color coded bags for you to use and recycling couldn’t be simpler. White for trash trash (but soon once we move into our new house this won’t be much because we can compost outside) blue for plastics/aluminium and yellow for paper. Glass goes in containers on the street. Europeans love and respect our planet and for that, I thank you EU.
This proved to be an embarrassing situation when I walked into a grocery store for the first time and circled around and around looking for the carts. In broken French I was able to ask an employee who raised an eyebrow and pointed outside to a shed…and I had no coins.
Street level and tunnels. You have to be careful driving here. This is all the same road but as you see it is broken into 4 sections. The tunnels allow you to skip roundabouts and other busy street level issues. But if the street you need to turn on is in the middle of the tunnel, your GPS may tell you to turn right when you are underground. Previewing your drive is a must if you are unfamiliar.
An Observation: Figure it out.
I have noticed something. European mentality versus USA mentality. No babysitting. The way children are raised here, the way people speak, the signs all around you; these are all indicative of the independent spirit and mentality of Europe. Here, the message is clear…figure it out.
There are no detailed instructional signs.
Entering the doctors office complex. Where to park? No idea, not labelled. Oh a garage. How do I get in? How do I get out? Is it ok for me to park here? Why are there stripes here but not there? No signs anywhere. How do I pay to get out? Entrance only, where is the exit? No signs?!? Jump the curb.
Translated this says to cook in the microwave, find an appropriate sized dish and don’t heat it in this box. That’s it. In the US this box of soup would be labeled with detailed microwaving instructions including options for different wattage mircowaves. Here? Figure it out.
Stores don’t offer free plastic throw away bags. You are expected to purchase durable reusable bags. If you accidentally forgot them, you can purchase a flimsy thin plastic bag for 15 cents a piece. Each of those bags also come with a nose flair and sneer. (why do you hate our planet Madame?)