16.8.11

My life as an Au Pair in France


“No, no, don’t worry, I’ll go with a moto, you can use the car.”
It’s usually said by my hostdad if there’s only one car available in our house. They (hostmum and hostdad) always ask me first if I need a car or not, then think about them self. It’s like it’s my car, not theirs.
I was always invited by them if they want to eat to the restaurant, go somewhere else, or anything else. Even someday my hostmum was invited me to go to the Disney Land Paris, just because it’s expensive.
“If you want, you can go with us to Disney, it’s a must-visit place, but it’s really expensive, that’s why you have to come with us.”
At my birthday (Keyne my bestfriend came home with me in Caen), they (my parents) were created a little birthday dinner, so sweet! I’ve got my bday present, a digital photo frame! As I remember, since the afternoon til the nite, my hostdad, spent his time all day just to prepare the dinner for my birthday.
Sometimes I talked with my hostmum, she’s an intelligent woman. When I discuss with her, I feel like I’m talking with my French Literary professor in university, Madame Riella. I had always something new in my mind after talking with her.
“I love my family. I adore my kids. But I always need ‘me’ time. If I’m stuck all day only with my husband and kids, I’m gonna be crazy.”
“You have to study much if you can. It’s so important; you’re still young and if you have the chance, continue your study to the top. And you have to voyage as much as you can. Trip is important; you have to see another world, then you can be a ‘real’ person. Because when you’re married, it’s all over.”
“I didn’t mean that the marriage is awful, no, no it’s amazing. But you’re still young, take it as a chance to explore a new world before then you has got married and spend all your time with your family.”
“It’s so difficult to find a real job here. You have to be graduated from one of university in France. You can’t just apply a job with your Indonesian’s bachelor status. But I am sure you are capable someday to work here, Icha.”
Ok, last phrase made me more optimistic.
But, in my opinion, let’s see how about all parents in Indonesia;
“Come on. You have to study much, and after you’re graduated, you have to work. Find money to build a family. Have kids, go on, move your body, you have no time to have fun.”
My hostmum, she’s sometimes asked me to stay a bit more in her family, in the same time, to continue my Master Degree in University of Caen. It’s a very hard decision. I needed one month to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Many thoughts were running around my head. And I arrived at the point when I have to say no. I have to go home first. I don’t know is it the best decision or not, we will see.
My hostfather is a great young father. He loves his kids very much. He proves his love by making his kids so clever, polite, and discipline. He’s patient. And when Keyne is in the house, she’s surprised, “Oh my God, your hostdad, he’s washing the plates, Icha, please give a me a man like him!” Yup, he’s not like another man, who’s just waiting their wife to wash the plates or do the laundry. He always does it himself. Even in the morning, it’s him who always wakes up earliest than anybody in the house to prepare the kids to go to the school. I hope my future husband is a bit like him *crossing fingers*.
It proved that they are really a nice family. And I promised, I feel that since I arrived in France. As I wrote before, many friends, family, thinks that Au Pair is just like a babysitter in Indonesia, who pampers the kids, and does whatever the kids want. But we, au pair, are the bosses. We decide, demand, and punish the kids if it’s necessary. All is for the best for the kids. And there’s no gate between me and them in the house. Everybody is so nice and polite. I am really a member of the family.
Summer is coming. All my family is spending a holiday in Spain, they gave me a choice, I’ll go with them or not. I’ve decided to not go with them. So, I took another way, it’s staying with a family, I have to stay with another family in south of France, because I want to visit Spain, Italy, and Monaco. And the most important is, I like the challenge and I’d love to have the different experiences. So I found them. It’s a family who live in Avignon.
I arrived, the parents are so cool, the kids are a bit difficult, but they’re so funny. Their lifestyle is a really different to my family in Caen. They’re a “funny-messy” family, not a “discipline-generous” family. After three weeks, me with my hostparents here are like best friends. Even sometimes, we’re dining in a restaurant, watching TV, and go to the night club together! They danced so funny and silly, just like me! It’s always so fun with them.
I met some new friends here. A lot. In Caen, Paris, even in Avignon. Most of them are students and professional employees. They never see me as a baby sitter or what. They’re always nice to me. They always invite me to hang out or drink in a bar. I can’t imagine if I’m in Indonesia working as baby sitter, I’d never ever make friends with another student. My professor in GRETA (French course formation), first time I knew her and she said to me, “I do realized, that what you do is really really brave. I can’t imagine that I am capable to stay away from home and have to adapt myself with a strange world when I’m still so young like you are. And with that huge responsibility with kids, I can tell you that you are really brave.”
That’s a bit stories of my life as an au pair. For 30 hours each week I am always with a kid, so tiring, stressful, but sometimes fun. But another 138 hours each week, I am becoming a lucky girl who has the chance to have new friends, explore the new world, drive out of town every time I want it, eat French food all day, use all the modern tools in the house, have a quality self time in my pretty room, see the beautiful houses and landscape, and have the amazing unforgettable experiences. It’s so worth it. Even more.



Someday in Barcelona


I’ve had a weekend from Saturday afternoon until Monday. So I’ve decided to do a short journey. BARCELONA. It’s just getting out from my mind. Just like that.
Six hours stuck in the bus until my ass is maybe flat, but it doesn’t make me tired or gave bad mood even the landscape (south-west of France) is not beautiful. I’m dying to visit Barcelona that people said as an exotic city.
In Catalunya, the famous meeting point of the city
I had not so much time to visit this city. So I took a touristic bus that gives me a chance to see all the touristic places in Barcelona for one day.
All I can say is I would love to live in Barcelona. This city has the coolest ambiance. For me, so far there’s no other city that can compare the beauty of Paris, and it’s still like that until now. But for the ambiance and the “exoticness”, the facilities of public transport (which is sooo easy, 24h non-stop!), Barcelona wins. Plus there’s a beach which is so clean. It impressed me so much because it’s a big city but its beaches are greats.
I think we can call Barcelona as a fashion city, because all people are really dressing up in the streets. You never get alone in a town center (even it’s 4 o’clock in the morning!) because there’s always people (most of them are youth) who sits in the streets, drink a coffee, do some art performances, or do whatever they want. Nobody’s care. It reminds me of Berlin. It’s so cool.



So many freelance artisans in the streets


It’s a perfect city (except for the cleanness which is bbrrrr) with some combination of modern zone (the contemporary’s buildings), old zone (church, cathedral, old houses, etc), and the landscape (mountain and beaches). I would like to come back again to Barcelona someday. I hope.

Monaco et Italy, so sexy!


Ok, one of the reasons that I’ve picked Avignon (south of France) for this summer is, I would like to visit Monaco, Italy, and Spain (even Switzerland) easily, because they are closer from Avignon. And since I have always my weekend free, I have to go then. First journey is Monaco-Italy. Why? Because I don’t know yet well this region, so it’d be better if I took a journey which is not so far from Avignon.
So I took a train (TGV, Train de la Grande Vitesse 300km/h and TER, normal train) for five hours. It could be so tiring and boring if the landscape of south of France is ugly. Oh it’s amazing! With a transparent sea and the mountains, wow! I am impressed.
The sea is transparent
So, I stopped my first destination in Nice, because I was planning to rent a little car to explore Monaco and the France-Italy’s frontier. I think it’s better to rent a car, because I’m a bit worried for the public transport it will be not so easy.
Nice is a big city and like its name, it’s a nice city. The beach is not bad, the landscape is amazing, the streets are up down up down because it’s situated in a mountain, with all the dynamic people. So, the journey is beginning! Monte Carlo, I am coming baby!
Nice train station
Monaco is a super duper mini country. Maybe as big as Kemang and Prapanca in Jakarta, lol. Everyone thinks it’s just a piece of France. Just like Vatican in Italy, and Andorra in France too.  When I just arrived in Monaco, my first impression is this city is sooooooooooo clean; there’s a police who guard in every street, and the most important: this is the “super expensive car show-off” city.  All the expensive and “limited-edition” cars are showing off in front of Casino. Like every city in Europe, it has a town center in Monte Carlo, and the meeting point is front of the famous Casino (situated beside of the French famous chef Alain Ducasse’s restaurant). When I was there, all people is just regarding the car like the celebrities, all rich people are there, too much ‘bling-bling’ stuffs on the girls, I supposed.
Monaco, bling-bling city
At 10 pm, when there’s no more sunshine, I drove until the highest street where we can see this entire city. Oh my God, so beautiful. With those big buildings, nice houses, mountain, beach, port, and the lamps who shines the entire city, it’s just so magnifique! Perfect!
Let’s continue. I drove until midnite to San Remo, Italy. And again and again, the landscapes from Monaco to Italy are too amazing. Actually it reminds me of the Toba Lake (south of Sumatra) landscape, but we found no one in the street. But here, the ambiance is just like Bali. All people do some parties in beach, dining in the great restaurant in the streets, too cool.
Brazilian dancers in San Remo
San Remo, is a mini city of Italy, not so far from the France frontier. I am so impressed because all people here speak French! But it’s normal. This is a nice city I think. And, last but not least, I have to taste pizza and spaghetti in Italy, their motherland. Hmm not so good, and I am a bit disappointed, because maybe I choose the bad restaurant. But the ice cream, wow, the best ice cream ever! And it’s really cheap!
So, I am so happy with my petit weekend there. So great.
Midnite in Monaco
*train de la grande vitesse: train with the fast speed
*magnifique: amazing
*petit: little

12.7.11

I am sure Paris is a man



Paris is the most romantic city on earth – everyone


Il n’y a que deux endroits au monde où l’on puisse vivre heureux: chez soi et à Paris - Ernest Hemingway  (There are only two places in the world where we can live happily: in your country and in Paris.)

I am not really sure about this. There’s many friends who said to me that live in Paris is so stressful. I took the conclusion from them that Paris is perfect for visiting, not for living.


I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely - Josephine Baker
I am so sure about this. A few boys who had tried to seduce me, even they were drunk, they did it so politely.




An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris - Friedrich Nietzsche
I just want to put another one town that’s maybe better, Berlin.


In America only the successful writer is important, in France all writers are important, in England no writer is important, and in Australia you have to explain what a writer is - Geoffrey Cottrell
A bit racist, lol.


The first thing that strikes a visitor to Paris is a taxi - Fred Allen


In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner.  If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it’s on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent - Roman Polanski
I’ve been there, but I parked perfectly.


 
Maybe the center one is a foreigner
  
France is the only country where the money falls apart and you can’t tear the toilet paper - Billy Wilder
Yes, you can find it easily in the entire public toilet.


When we arrived in London, my sadness at leaving Paris was turned into despair. After my long stay in the French capital, huge, ponderous, massive London seemed to me as ugly a thing as man could contrive to make - James Weldon Johnson




The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I definitely agree with two last terms.


Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant - Honoré de Balzac
Even that we imagine that Balzac’s not famous, we could guess easily that who wrote those quote is French.




This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells sweetest.  It’s the damp chestnut trees – Audrey Hepburn


Then my quotes are:
Every time I put my feet in Paris, I felt an unordinary passion and an unusual big energy, like I just want to spend the rest of my life for staring those beautiful buildings there. At the night, Paris is ten times more amazing. Regarding the Eiffel lights at midnite reminds you that earth is too beautiful and you will be thrilled to know how lucky you’re there.


If it could be a human, I am sure Paris is a man. Too many seduction that he tried to do with me, and he always did it successfully.




Three girls from three continents

They are my best friends here, in Caen. Their name is Sofi and Annemarie.
The person that I knew first was Annemarie, because her host family and mine are friends.


"Hi Icha, it's Annemarie. I hope this city makes you happy." It was the first sms that she sent to me. Happy?! It was the second week I was in Caen. Nope. At least, not yet.
Then we met for the first time. Fiuh, finally I can take some free-of-kids time with a same-age-friend.
Then I saw her out of the car with two kids! Oh. And then our first conversation was not really great because the kids were running, moving out, going on the road. Hmm. Normal. They're kids.
Annemarie is a shame girl, not talk too much, not much laugh, so serious, and has a beautiful eyes. Guess then where she come from? Germany.


In February. The first class at campus. I'm so happy. I sit down beside Annemarie and a brown-hair-girl. She's an active student too, sometimes she raised up her hand to answer the teacher's question. And after, I asked what's her name. She said "Sofi". And I asked what another class that she takes, and we talked a bit. Then Annemarie said, "You are Au Pair young girl too, right?" And Sofi is so surprised, "But how do you know??!!" And me too, "Yes, how do you know and why don't tell me?!" It's just because I'm dying to know another young girls Au Pairs in this town, Annemarie too, she was wondering if there's another au pair in Caen. But she never talked about Sofi.
And Sofi was just too happy and talked much, "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy! I didn't have any friends before, and I've thought that it's only me Au Pair in Caen. And.......". I said loudly, "Let's hang out, girls!!!!"
Sofi, Icha, Annemarie
There was a sweet moment how we met. Then since we know each other, almost every day we meet, almost every weekend we're driving out of town. We are trip-freaks. All cities in Normandy is totally done. Bretagne too. Saturday/sunday morning, we took a food and drinks from home, bring out our camera, and hop la, let's go! Driving for 10 hours-15 hours hang around north of France in one day, it's totally normal for us.
We are really in north point of France
Sofi is Mexican. Once we had a coffe-time together until midnight. We've talked much about our countries. Then I reckon that Mexican and Indonesian almost have the same mentality (except about the religion sector). We are crazy, party-lovers, love to laugh, too many poor man in the street, too much criminality in the town, too much traffic jam and population in our capital city. Sofi like to drink a coffee, a beer, a vodka, do the silly dance in the club, etc, just like me. Well, we have some many similarity.
Annemarie is sometimes like my boyfriend (Sandhy), lol. I mean, I know a lot of story from Sandhy what is the mentality of German people. Especially the woman. They says 'no' if they don't like something, they're serious and discipline. They don't talk if it's not important. But, seriously, they have a pure and honest heart. So, Annemarie my friend, she's perfectly like someone that I imagined about German people, and sometimes I smile when I remember this.


So here we are. Three best friends-trip partners in Caen. Asian, European, and American. Our homes are far far away from each other, but that who makes us so unique.


In Cathedral of Rouen

No ''manja" word for the kids!!!!



February 2011, my second month here.

Okay, I'm better adapted. Why last month there was no Internet at home? Because they're just moved, so they just plugged a new WIFI. But it was broken. Even Aline was replaced the new modem. And finally the Internet is good, the cable television, and the telephone are all active. Oh, finally I can see the world again after one month I was like living in a cave! But I decided to do not use Blackberry Messenger here, because I do not want to be a freak anymore who has the eyes just for typing a message in a cell monitor. 

Lily and Mina are also getting closer to me. If remembered last month, I feel stupid. Why oh why I am so weepy? But I think it was reasonable indeed. In Jakarta I am used into the frenetic life, I have many friends, every night I was hanged out to the concerts, I was singing, etc... Suddenly, until I’m here, everything is so calming and organized. Eat on time, regular works, have friends but we couldn’t be so closed, everyone is so independent. 

The lessons of parents for their children here were incredible different from Indonesia. 

For example 

Children are not regarded as a puppet. Everyone talk to them, they are scolded, advised, and punished (standing on the corner) if they are naughty.

There is no word ‘manja’ in the kid’s dictionary here. Since they are 2 years old they feed themselves in the table. Starting age 5 years old, they arrange their own rooms and toys, put the garbage in the trash (even Lily can operate her mom’s iPhone, lol). At 9 pm, their bedrooms are closed. Though they’re crying or cannot sleep, it’s forbidden for the parents to come to their bedrooms.

If you are with a kid, and you meet your friends / colleagues somewhere else, then it must be that your friend is greeting your kid first then greeting you. Kids in France was considered as adults. 

French are very very adoring the manners. Everywhere, everyone greeted each other though you don’t know them. From early they’ve been taught to say "Bonjour, ca va?", before starting the conversation. People are friendly and like to smile. The firmness of parents with the children here proved quite useful. All children are smart (this is true), looked 'cute', and fun. 

I've learned so many things here. One of them is how to treat the kids. Now I really understand how to educate children, and realized how many mothers in my country, Indonesia, are taking the wrong way on educating them. I don’t wanna be so knowingly, but yes, based on my knowledge of some families in Indonesia, many mothers pamper their children so that children become naughty and impolite. 

This is what we could not be obtained in all of schools. After all, if you decide to become a mother someday, we know how to educate our children well. Well I know it's a basic instinct to be a mom. But if I'd be a mother one day, at least I was spared from the way most mothers in Indonesia educate their children, who are too spoiling their children, and eventually the child cannot be dependent until they’re becoming an adult. I already have a stock on these aspects, thanks God.

7.7.11

I am sadomasochist

7th January 2011

In the airplane. All my thoughts are running around in my head. Mixed feelings, nine months ahead I will be completely alone. No friends or family in north of France. I'm happy because this is one of my wishes since a long time, but gosh I don't have any 'sight-seeing' what my life's are gonna be there. Is the family kind? Will I have a lot of spare time? Do I will have a friend later? Well. We'll see. All I need is a BRAVERY.

8th January 2011
 
Aéroport Charles de Gaulle, Paris.
So cold weather. 2 degrees. This is winter. Aline was already waiting in front of the exit, smiled, and helped me to pick up my two super big baggages into the trunk. And after, I was immediately opened the left car's door and really surprised there's a steer on it. Olala I totally forgot! Steer here is on the left! Aline laughed. Until the car, there are two lil'kitties who are smiling to me, their name is Lily (4y) and Mina (2y). So damnly pretty! Mixed of French (Fabien, their dad) and Korean (Aline, their mom). Aline became a French citizen since a kid. So, she 's a real French. Aline seems so kind and friendly.

In the car we talked a lot, the introductions, daily activities, our hobbies, our habits, etc.. Before returning to Caen, Aline decided to take me to Paris, La Tour Eiffel, drink a coffee on the Champs-Elysees. Olala, here I am, the front of La Tour Eiffel! One of my dreams came true. 

Okay it's enough for hanging around. We are now heading to Caen. About two and a half hour we arrived. The house, hem! So typical Normandy house. Cool! It seemed that it's a calm residential area, the bourgeoisie. And I love my new room! It's really beautiful. From the bedroom window, we could see the city, because this house is situated on a hill.
Okay, time for dinner with my new family. My impression: they looks like a good family. 
Don't be too surprised. The house is still divided by 4 families. 
My lovely room

January 2011
 No internet. No phone. No television. The French course will begin next month. I still have no friend. Because I do not know where I can the make a friend! The driving practice is driving me crazy. I DO NOT KNOW THE FU ** ING RULES! There's a sign "STOP", "Ceder le passage", regulations "Rond-point", and a million other rules that I swear they are 100% different with Jakarta!! Super-cold air, bright starts at 10 am, and at 5pm it's already dark. So pathetic!
 I don't like the girls, Lily and Mina, Because they're not listening to me, they're noisy. I hate the moment that i have to take them to their school and their nanny. I hate the moment I am alone with them in the evening. I hate French, I hate driving a car here, I hate all, I hate my life here.
I just called my mom, my family, and my boyfriend ONCE in January with my cell phone. I cried much, I want to go home. I had so terrible feeling. Why did I do this? Why the hell I DID this! It's really not my thing. I don't do the stuff like this! I am not capable to take care of children. Too big responsibilities. Now I know how hard is the parent's job. Now I feel how hard being so far far from home. Nobody's there to hear you. When I am alone in my room in the night, I really really really want to talk with all my family, my boyfriend, and my friends, to tell them that I am not happy. But I can't. No connection in my room. It really hurts.




Okay, patient, patient, patient, everything's gonna be alright. I am just home sick. It's totally normal. After one month, I will be happy to live here. We will see. We will prove it. It's a challenge. It's one of the life steps. It's killing, but then it makes your heart stronger.


Because I know I'm here not only for learning a language, but i want to know my own capability to solve the problem, to control the situation, because when I'm hurts, nobody's gonna coming. I like it. I am sadomasochist.