LES DE FOUCAULT AUTOUR DU MONDE

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Richard Gere

How can I forget to post that we met the Richard Gere, the One and only One?

Last Sunday we went for luch at the Oberoi Hotel in Delhi. The restaurant we wanted to go was full and we chose the Italian restaurant. Only two other tables were occupied. One of them, a mom and 3 children, the other one : two ladies and a man. I thought one of the ladies was Shilpa Shetty, the indian actress who appeared in the Big Brother TV show in the Uk and was humiliated by one of her flatmates. That show made her even more famous in India . When she removed her sunglasses, my suspicions were confirmed. A little later, another man comes in. Five minutes later I realized it's Gere!!!! He called the manager that was talking to us and asks us if he could borrow him. We say "yes", he says "no, no it's ok, you keep him",we respond "no, really we will share!!!!
At the end of lunch, after facing him for over an hour, and after few glasses of Champagne, I ask Charles to get an autograph for me and he tells me to go and get it myself. Life is too short, I think so I go straight to him, tell him that I promised myself I would never do something like that to which he responded: "But you are going to do it anyway aren't you?", I told him I asked my husband to do it but he refused and I did not have the choice... He left asking us where we were from and if we would like to have dinner with him.

The last part is a lie....(he did ask us where we were from) That was me dreaming...No I am jokking, I would not change Charles for anyone in the world. (1000 points for me right there...)

Anyway, I thought i would share. Two and a half years in LA and we get to see him in BFI.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Moving again







We have been very busy!!! I know people have been asking about updates and I was not able to touch the computer very often with Angeline sleeping in the same room. But I am glad to say that she now sleep through the night for the past month or so and I have a little more time for "myself". Anyway, we are moving again. Yeah baby one more time. Where? To Bangalore, south of India. The project here has been delayed and Charles has been offered a job there with the same company. Everything happens for a reason and when we went to Bangalore a couple of weeks ago we realized the reasons are: better climat, better job, better house, better healthcare, better lifestyle in general and of course, better hotel for Charles.
We are moving on April 30th. The movers are coming on Monday.

Emilie is learning english, french and spanish. She speaks fairly well in spanish and has made a big improvement in english since she joined the Pumpkin House, a playschool located not too far from the house. She is very tall, has now green eyes and looooves to sing and dance. She memorized the songs very fast. She is already into clothes and would take them all out of the closet if she could. She walks with mommy's shoes like a pro. She loves
Angeline and kisses her, plays with her and sings to her. She cries if she cries and vice versa so sometimes we get the entire concert.

She is still not potty trained yet. I am always waiting to settled in a new place and at this pace, she will be potty trained when she is 20 years old!!!

Angeline is very, very active. She started slow and I was wondering if it was because I could not giver her the same attention I gave Emilie but now she is the Busy Bee. She loves watching her sister and I am afraid she is learning waaaay too much. She loves Syrah and seems so amused by her. She is almost 8 months old. Time really flies.




Life here has been the same. I think Indians must think we, foreigners, are a LITTLE out of our minds. They just drive us crazy and we all scream and scream to the guard, or carpenter or store manager that just will not understand how to do his job. I asked and I guess everyone feels the same way and we all end up screaming our lungs out. And the day we don't.. we miss it. We know it will not change anything but we feel so much better when we get it all out.

We can not be mad all the time because there are children in the street being used to get money and the government does not do anything about it. Or because they are naked or with their heads uncovered, dehydrated, and hungry. People "rent" the kids to get more money out of us. So we don't give money. We give food, most of the time bananas. And we peel them for them to make sure that the "parents" don't take them to resell. I just can not imagine my children to go through this. What a childhood... Are we spoiled or what? These kids don't have diapers, they are potty trained the natural way... They do as they are told, they work looking for food for the family in the trash, or picking up leaves from the ground, or collecting bottles. They don't cross the street, they play in dangerous places, they don't have a choice but to grow fast. The older kids (3 years old sometimes) look after the babies. They carry sometimes 2 of them. They feed them what they have and give them water. They become the parents before they even stop being babies themselves. And we worry if our baby gets too much TV, if the naps are scheduled correctly, what are we getting them for their birthday, if they are buckled correctly and what is the best car seat in the market. We forget that the basic things as water, food and love are the most important things and that thousands of children right outside the door don't have them. And for every smile we get from them, our day becomes a little more brighter. And days bring weeks and weeks months, and here we are, 5 months have gone by since we arrived and many bananas later, we are moving, to meet many more friends and to give many more smiles. I wish I could do more, and I know I will.