Friday, December 18, 2009

Our lives in boxes



This is what our house is beginning to look like, a collection of bowes in various places, empty looking walls, and a general sense of disorder is lurking about.
We're moving!
Alex and I made the decision to move back up to St. Denis to be closer to his job, the commute has been killing his back and the time spent going to and fro everyday is a waste of an hour and a half. We've become accustomed to living here in St. Gilles, and love it so much that we're sad to leave. However, we're contemplating the idea of buying a small place near the sea to be able to spend our weekends at the beach here. It's a good time to buy, and since we're only looking for something small, (but in a great location so as to sell it later when we're ready to buy a house), we think it's a good investment for us right now.
Meanwhile, monkey has been doing all kinds of cute things. He does this great spin move now, where he goes in one direction, seems to rethink his strategy, and ends up doing a 360°. Hilarious. He's also begun to use a spoon! At first it looked like this:


He made quick progress to this a day later:

We're such proud parents!

Anyways, this may be the last post for a while since I don't know how long it will take to get our internet and phone set up in the new place. Hopefully, it won't be an 8 week long fiasco like last time.
Peace and Happy Holidays to everyone!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Petit Papa Noel


Listen to this song while you scroll through these pictures taken this past weekend at a holiday event hosted by Alex's work.
Finally! A great picture of the 3 of us together


"uhhh, who is this chick?"







He is SO not interested



I love his little pointed finger.

Gift idea: rocks!

The world might end tonight...

...if we don't find a way to retreive Luc's blanket that fell off our balcony and landed on our neighbor's roof....

Sunday, December 6, 2009

The Great Blackout of 2009

It all started on Friday morning as I was getting Luc and myself ready to go view a couple of apartments for our upcoming move, and as Alex was finishing shaving in the bathroom. The power went out. No big deal, it was a sunny day, we could see just fine and we'd already eaten breakfast, so no more reason to open the fridge. However, when our power is out, the water goes out too. Alex and I had to brush our teeth like we used to in Madagascar. We all left our apartment, and Luc and I didn't return until about 1pm. The power was still out!
At that point I was thinking; "uuggh, why haven't they fixed the problem yet?", "I can't eat anything but plain pasta!" and "It's gonna be hard to get monkey down for his nap with it being so hot upstairs with no AC or fan". So, we walked around the neighborhood in the stroller for a bit. Which only resulted in him becoming more grumpy and me getting hotter. I realised that the whole neighborhood was out of power. I figured it was due to a construction mishap nearby. After 20 minutes, we shuffled into the car (without AC) and sweated as I drove to find a place where I could gobble up a late lunch. Luc kept trying to throw paper, food, etc onto the floor. We left and by the time we got back, the power had finally returned.
Yay!
But not for long.
It went out again an hour later. It stayed off almost until it was dark. By this time, we'd learned there was striking going on, and entire parts of the west side of the island were going off and on at various times. Only the hospitals were spared. I hadn't had a chance to prepare any dinner, so we ordered a pizza, and I ran to the store to grab some candles. Oh, and a bottle of wine, because what's a romantic pizza dinner with your love without a little vino? Plus, we couldn't shower, so I think the alcohol helped us overlook each other's stinky-ness. Alex even serenaded me by candlelight. What a cutie.


(sorry for the poor quality of these photos, but I had uh, bad lighting)

So, the next morning, I got up and showered off the previous day's stink and downed some painkillers for the red wine. Then the power went out again.
Dammit!
When are these guys going to stop striking and come to some kind of agreement? We had a couple of rendez-vous to see some apts, and thankfully, we came home to power and water. We quickly bathed the monkey, washed dishes, vaccumed, turned on the AC, and enjoyed a few minutes of internet. A pattern of 2 hours on, 2 hours off continued until late last night. This time I was prepared and had cooked up an oven meal to toss in anytime. No candles though, we had power during dinnertime last night.
Now it's Sunday afternoon and I think it's all over. But it was quite an adventure. Not really the same as living in Madagascar without electricity or running water since you know what you're getting yourself into. There was no well to go draw water from here, just a grocery store who probably made a bit of extra money selling 5L jugs of water to people.
Anyways, that was our excitement for the weekend. Hope all of you had a great time, perhaps some of you played in the snow?!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

This post is secretly a history lesson

It's such a small world. Especially when you've been to or lived on more than one of the several islands in the Indian ocean. A few weeks ago, I met a neighbor of ours who is South African, (imagine my surprise, running into someone who speaks English!) and who also happens to know a guy (Burt) who was a friend of ours (PCVs) in the north of Madagascar.
This neighbor of ours, Walt, lives here with his wife Judith, and their 8 year old daughter. He, like Burt, was a yachtie who has travelled tremendously in his lifetime. He left SA and headed to Kenya, then to Chagos, Malaysia, Mauritius, Seychelles, Comores, Madagascar, various other small islands in the area, and all around again. We had them over for dinner the other night and they told the most incredible stories about sailing and living in all those different places. The one spot that sparked the most interest for Alex and I was Chagos. I had heard of it once while I was in Madagascar; that it's a US military base on an uninhabited island smack-dab in the middle of the ocean. I never thought much of it.
Now, after hearing Walt and Judith talk about it, and doing a little researching on my own, I've become more curious. Here is a map to help you visualize where the Chagos archipelago lies: it's at the very center of the map, just under the vertical strip of Maldives islands, and it's not even marked.


What has happened on the Chagos island during the past 40 years is of particular interest. Before all of that though, the islands were uninhabited until the colonization period. It is thought that most Chagossians were of African descent, brought there as slaves by the french. After Napolean's defeat, Chagos came under British rule, which hasn't changed since then, but the islands are now reffered to as BIOT (British Indian Ocean Territory).
Suddenly, beginning in 1967, Chagossians were forcibly removed from their homeland in different ways; some left on vacation and were not allowed back in, some went to seek medical treatment on Mauritius (because funds had "run out" for the local medical staff) and were denyed reentry, and the last group of people were loaded onto ships bound for Mauritius or Seychelles. Families were split up, and most ended up living in poverty in the capital of Mauritius, St. Louis.
WHY?
Because the US and British governments had secret plans to set up a US Naval Base in the Indian Ocean, for Cold War strategies. The original choice was Aldabra, a small island north of Madagascar. It was uninhabited by people, but home to a rare breed of turtle, and so, fearing politically aware environmentalists, the US turned to Diego Garcia, the main island of the Chagos group. No matter that there was a human population which had been living there for the past 200 years. Apparently, it was easier to deny rights to these people than to try to build the naval base on an island filled with rare turtles. No one told the people living there what was happening until the very end; they were allowed to bring one small bag of personal items with them and had to say good-bye to their homes forever.
To read a very good indepth history of the Chagossians, go here, or read about a documentary which may or may not still be in the making here, or read this book; Island of Shame.
As an FYI, the lease of Diego Garcia to the US govt ends in 2016, at which point it could be renewed. Perhaps the future administration of the US could right some wrongs of the past at that point.
The latest news about Chagossians.

In the words of a Chagossian living in Mauritius:
"The UK and US governments have taken us and are taking us for a big ride. They go to Bosnia, Somalia, Afghanistan and Iraq to put an end to violations of human rights; yet, they are violating human rights in their own back yard."

Monday, November 16, 2009

Family bike rides

Join us as we cycle down to the beach to watch the sunset!










Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Once a good book, always a good book

Today I used my battered, smattered, and partially torn copy of Mampalicious (it's a cookbook of course! when am I not talking about cookbooks?) that I received during training in the Peace Corps. "Mampa" is put before a verb in Malagasy which means "to make someone or somthing do something", so the title means "to make something delicious", (in the fun mix of english and Gasy).
Every so often, the ol' Mampa gets taken off the shelf to be used as inspiration for whatever I'm got left in my kitchen (ya know, the day or two before you make one of those awfully big trips to the grocery store to stock up on staples). It's a great cookbook because all of the recipes are easy, I repeat, EASY, and don't require unusual ingredients. That's because it's meant for people who A) may have just graduated college and haven't been cooking much on their own; B) don't have access to grocery stores or really to much of anything in general; and C) are wondering what else they can make with rice. In fact, there is a whole chapter dedicated to rice recipes, because let's face it, eating plain rice gets kinda boring after just a few months (at least when you're an American living in Madagascar).
When I first got my hands on Mampalicious, I was stoked, I mean, cooking is a huge part of life anywhere, but when you're out of your element and have limited supplies, it's so helpful to have a little guidance instead of spending your tiny peace corps budget on street food or hotelys (not a hotel, just a restuarant that is usually run by a family who probably lives on the back of the property). The book even has instructions on how to make your own oven, although I wasn't so successful with that one. Also, there's a small section on Vache Qui Rit, perhaps some of you know it in English as Laughing Cow cheese. Every so often, I would buy a round package of this wonderful stuff on a trip to Ambanja, about 50km north of the village I lived in. I would conserve it carefully, and try to make the 8 wedges last as long as possible. I missed cheese so much, and this was all I could get my hands on since I had no refridgerator (or electricity or running water for that matter). Pasta was another luxury, it being more expensive than rice, because really are there any Malagasy who would rather eat pasta than rice? There were a couple of mornings where I treated myself and made Mac and Vache for breakfast. (Just to change it up, to give myself a break from the normal katakata and mofo-vary). Then some vanilla-cinnamon coffee in my little coffee sock. Breakfast of champions, I tell ya. What a great way to start the day.
For this time however, I only wanted to make tapioca pudding, but couldn't remember the portions of milk to sugar and tapioca granules. It's 1/2 cup of tapioca, 1/2 cup of sugar, and 3 cups of milk, by the way. I also threw in a halved vanilla bean.
Thank you Mampalicious, for making my cooking experiences easier and more tasty here and in Madagascar. I'll be using you again soon, it's almost time to go to Jumbo. When I see Vache in the grocery store here, I always think of my Mac and Vache meals. But now I won't touch the stuff, because now, I have a vast array of cheese choices, swiss, bleu, cream, mozzeralla, ricotta, camebert, etc. Also, and perhaps more importantly, we have a refridgerator to keep them in!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Marché St. Paul

Glimpses of the Friday Market in St. Paul.
These images are part of why I felt like there was a simple life conciousness sitting on my shoulder earlier.....





Natural soaps made in St. Leu


Brings back memories of Madagascar whenever I see these woven bags.

Need a turtle with a bobbing head? We got you covered.

My favorite street musician who also plays in St. Denis

Get your samoussas while they're still hot!




Fresh bread and baked goods








Why did blogger turn this picture? I swear it's right side up on my computer.

Feliky mafana!






I finally worked up the nerve to try cooking AND eating beets the other day. They were actually pretty good. But they're not going to be my number one favorite vegetable either.




Wasn't that lovely? I go to the market in St. Paul just about every week, and I always find something new and interesting/tastey.