Hebridean impressions

Early morning reflections at the bay of Stornoway

A jog through the castle grounds

A walk across the Loch Mor Bharabhais

Discovering Gaelic heritage

Stumbling upon inexplicable circumstances

Enjoying a Scottish breakfast...

... because the Continental breakfast is not an option

A solitary walk along Reef Beach

A week in Scotland

Talk about perfect timing. My mum turned 80 this week and Expat girl had uni visits the following weekend... in the same country!

So, off I trekked to the far, far Northwest of Scotland to spend a few days surrounded by fresh air, sheep and Gaelic heritage. A little island with rugged nature and generous, friendly locals with an accent to die for. A wee celebration with delicious Hebridean seafood and a scrumptious sticky toffee pudding to mark the occasion. Yes, all the ladies in our family have a verrry sweet tooth!

Lots of long walks along the windy coastline, watching surfers in the freezing cold waters and avoiding crossing paths with the scary-looking highland cows. A friendly greeting here and there from friends as well as strangers. “Hayye” is my new favourite word, a cooler version of the Italian “ciao” in my opinion.

After three days of Scottish breakfasts and teas - because who needs lunch and dinner - it was time to wish Mum farewell and head on to Edinburgh to meet Expat girl arriving from Paris.

With four hours to kill at the airport I rented a car and took myself to visit Blackness castle along the West-Lothian coast. Lucky me, it was an exceptional day with blue skies and glorious sunshine which needed to be enjoyed to the max.

So on I went to explore yet another castle... this one being Linlithgow Palace, Mary Queen of Scots birthplace!

Back to the airport to pick up Expat girl and whizz her up to St. Andrew’s where we endulged in a real dish of fish and chips followed by homemade fudge ice cream.

The uni visit at St.Andrew’s was instructive and short given the size of the town. We squeezed in a visit to the castle grounds and the cathedral before meeting up with a friend who guided us towards the best scones everrrrrr. Clotted cream and strawberry jam and we are in teatime heaven.

On to Edinburgh where a university open day was scheduled. An intense day of talks in sustainable development, geography, climate change, sociology, international relations, politics, economics and East Asian studies have led to utter confusion of what to study once Expat girl gets her International Baccalaureate.

Nothing better to clear your head than heading down to Edinburgh’s legendary rugby stadium to watch the varsity match between the Universities of Edinburgh vs St.Andrews. The girls selling the tickets asked us which side we were on... a minute of silence while mother and daughter stand looking at each other... neither of us are not known for being at a loss of words!!!!

Bagpipes, mascots, rugby chants, spitting fires, kilts and lots of alcohol ... fun for part of the match but we decided to skip the second half in search for some tea and cakes... back to the city center and into Harvey Nichols. My daughter needed a little lesson on British shopping culture.

More tea, more cakes, more happy faces!

Today - after yet another yummy breakfast - we visited the castle of Edinburgh and the Golden Mile because a bit of culture has never hurt anyone.

Following our instincts we veered slightly off the beaten track to discover the quaintest teaplace. Turns out it won Scotland’s best cafe award in 2018.

Carrot cake, Lime & Courgette cake, Coffee & Walnut cake and a brownie to sooth our sweet tooth before we head back to Paris with our heads and hearts full of Scotland’s exceptional hospitality and wonderful sweets. It was grrrrand!

Hebridean beach seems like the Caribbean

Curing my sweet tooth with fudge doughnuts

Blackness castle

Homemade Scottish pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast

Light reflections throughout the centuries

Linlithgow castle where Mary Queen of Scotts was born

St.Andrew's cathedral grounds

Scrumptious scones with jam and clotted cream

Where cultures clash: a Scottish bagpiper in front of an Italian pizzeria in Edinburgh

British icon: the red telephone booth

Best cakes in town: the Scottish Café

Venturing into the side alleys in Edinburgh

More cakes...

A menacing view from Edinburgh castle

Where to study?

Time has come to clarify her ideas. Expat girl has two more years to go before completing her International Baccalaureate but we are taking the Swiss approach and preparing well ahead of time.

She has visited two campuses in the US last year while visiting on of her besties in New York. Thankfully it was a no go from her side: too far, too expensive and too American... her words!

Following a European University fair last fall in Paris we came across a charming Admissions officer from Aberdeen and we will be forever thankful to her for putting Scottish unis on our radar.

Aberdeen seemed a bit far off the beaten track but we did venture up to Edinburgh this weekend to attend the University’s Open Day.

On a glorious sunny day - whom everyone we met seemed to comment on - we ran from one building to the next crisscrossing across the central campus along thousands of other anxious looking teenagers and their eager parents.

Our schedule - meticulously planned ahead - was a marathon of 25 minute talks by different heads of faculty. Starting off with an Intro to University of Edinburgh seemed like a good idea, followed by
Geography, Sociology, Chinese/ East Asian studies, Sustainable Development, Economics, Int’l. Relations and Business.

No time for lunch, so we grabbed a toastie of Vegan Haggis (Robert Burns would turn around in his grave no doubt) and kept going and at 3pm we sat in on a sample lecture of “Geography and climate change”.

We got out just in time to catch a cab and headed down to Murrayfields’ rugby stadium to watch the varsity match Edinburgh vs St. Andrews. Getting into the Scottish spirit (minus the alcohol) it was an unforgettable experience. 10’000 uni students with a few accompanying parents scattering amongst them and who felt like they were back in their teens... if only for 80 minutes! Bagpipes, beer and a bunch of courageous big laddies fighting over a rugby ball while the crowd cheered loudly with the sun shining in our faces. What a glorious way to end an Open Day!

St.Andrews University which we had visited the day before seemed on a different planet. However, during the University tour and the following Admissions presentation, the community’s closeness and engagement clearly shone through which to Expat girl was a welcome change compared to the big city daily aggression of Paris.

Now our next move is a trip to the Netherlands in October to compare the Dutch unis with the Scottish programme.

Just goes to show: it is great to be a globetrotting Expat speaking different languages but when the time comes to decide where and what to study, the choice is not quite as obvious for an International student as it is for Expat girl’s local Swiss friends.

And so it is we continue to cover our European options from North to South from Scotland via the Netherlands, across Italy and down to Spain...

... the good news is: time is on our side!

St.Andrew's university building... one of many scattered across town

Global climate strike in St.Andrew's #climatestike

Time for some reflection at the beach

A quick cultural tour of St.Andrew's cathedral grounds before we leave

Squeezing into the benches at Edinburgh University

The inside cupola of McEwan Hall at Edinburgh Central campus

Varsity rugby match on a sunny Friday afternoon... enjoying every minute!

A summery week in Paris

La Parisienne No.9

Fine, I need to get my head back into the game. La rentrée has begun in France and I am back in Paris. Yes, let's get real.

What better way than to kick-start myself into Parisian routine than a run around town with 25'000 other ladies? It's called La Parisienne. It happens every year and is considered the biggest female running race in Europe. Beyond the sporting challenge, La Parisienne is also a charity race, raising money for breast cancer research.

This year's theme for some bizarre reason was the American Far West.

Way back in 2011 it was the first activity I plunged myself into when we had just moved to Paris. I figured I might as well start with a bang.

I ran the race alone the first couple of years because I do prefer to run by myself. However, over the years it has become the perfect excuse for my girlfriends (who have since moved to their next destination) to return to the city of lights and visit. We make a girlie weekend out of it and it has become one of the highlights of my year... along with the rooftop yoga!

The Far West comes to the heart of the French capital

Early bird to register

Ready to go!

Iconic start beneath the Eiffel Tower

Mums and daughters this year... so chuffed Expat Girl is joining me

A few lost cow girls

A well-deserved Parisian lunch "entre copines"

The good and the bad

Over the summer holidays, I found myself more than once comparing our life in Paris to the summers we spend in Spain. I cannot help but notice that I have spent two months with:

- NO rain
- NO make up
- NO sweaters
- NO complaining Parisians
- NO navigating cobblestones in high heels
- NO monotone wardrobe in shades of grey
- NO slaloming around dog poop on pathments
- NO strikes
- NO Gilets Jaunes

instead I have:

- a fabulous tan
- enjoyed blue skies all day every day
- lived with open windows night and day
- eat breakfast on the terrace EVERY morning
- lived in sandals and flip flops
- wore summer dresses and shorts all the time
- bathed in hot weather
- drank lots of good and affordable cava (sparkling wine) and Sangria
- every airport run took 15 min for drop off and pick up (instead of one hour!)
- held dinner parties with friendly neighbours until 4 am (that has NEVER happened in Paris)
- hung out with my gang of unconditional girlfriends (who all wore colourful prints)
- gained 3 kilos

... and I can't wait to go back. Hasta luego España!

Oh dear, I can't remember

38B76? 83A67? Gosh, I can't remember my door code.

How long is too long? The sensation hits me of how good it feels not being sure where home is anymore: here or there. Proof that the past weeks have been a true change of scenery.

After a long summer holiday and a 12 hour return drive from Madrid to Paris I am standing in front of the main entrance to our lovely Haussmann building -  symbol of the 19th century - wondering how to enter: I cannot for the life of me remember the door code!

Hoisting all my luggage onto the landing after having squeezed myself into the minuscule wooden elevator, I fish for the apartment keys at the very bottom of my handbag, between the sunglasses and the Spanish fan.

I recognize the familiar cracking of the paquet floor as I step through the door. I open the window and look on to the beautiful buildings all around but cannot see any pools or sandy beaches. I look down over my balcony railing to see people rushing up and down the road, cars honking and someone complaining so loudly I can hear him up to the 5th floor.

The good news is: it's not raining!

So, Paris, what are we doing together this year?

Heading North 1270km