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a time when all the world only dreams of sun and holidays in hot countries, I owned that I am, I took the road of the Alps, and praying for a maximum of snow at that!

So I left, accompanied by four victims, Avoriaz ... Sunday! Rather accustomed to early morning departures or Saturday night to avoid in vain, the congestion in the mid-day in Rhone-Alps, I admit I was a little disoriented by the calm and tranquility of the route. For when you travel on a Sunday, time is not lost tolls, for example, can go to do tricks roundabouts additional Macon, give bread to the ducks on the area of Bresse or observe the kites along the route. And it is rather based ...

arrived at the destination (without throwing up in the laces), we park the car at the entrance to the city and take a sled to our home - well, I will take the sleigh luggage, others had to walk ... Obviously, purporting that the place can seem quite quaint and not devoid of charm. There is none. Avoriaz is anything but a beautiful resort! Even the pristine white snow, which has the advantage of being the most hideous turn you into a panorama of landscapes uncluttered, fails to improve this architecture if ... special. In short, a mess:

- Our shower, or travel time and space in the 1970s -

What does not hurt, however, it is tracks. And here I acknowledge Avoriaz is the surfer's paradise, with its snow park and boarder cross - finally, the snowboarder can jump ... and fall back on his board, otherwise it becomes a paradise for farmers arnica. For tourists without pretension that leave bumps and the more adventurous, there is a ski area about right that opens the doors of the Sun and you can greatly improve your technique "schuss" if you do not want to have all off your shoes few hundred yards (note: Seriously, guys, need to review the colors of your tracks!)

- White Teeth -

So, to spice a little this holiday, we will start a few challenges: picnic loudly loan truckers sleeping on a rest area, Nico dredge-de-la-receipt when returning from a day on the slopes red, sweaty, with a runny nose, pick up the ski pole has a kid to drop when we are stuck in the chair lift, dredging Nico-de-la-receipt when returning from a day on the slopes with a hole properly located and visible in the snow pants, using his snowboard as a sled to go down a track, or jump feet enclosed in a pair of Moon Boots. And this little game, Tiphaine is a champion:

Well, I'm back tanned (but not too much), plumped in power and ready to face my future sixth for eleven consecutive weeks with an inspection-bonus gift ^ ^ '

Pfff, strongly in July, here!

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In red or black

Last night I reached a new stage in my relationship with Christoph:

I accompanied him in a pub to watch a football match.

Yet I am not one of those women who like football, rugby, table tennis, shot put or curling, yes, but football, I do not know why, that's another story. To believe that I meet the challenges - because yes, accompany Bavarian football fans in a pub to cheer on the team of Bayern Munich in the quarterfinals of the UEFA Champions League is a challenge.

For starters, it offers me to wear the famous red jersey, certainly in case I forget which team the way I came to bear. Then, before leaving the house, I am asked if I intend to drink tonight ... because the one who does not drink, it's the one who led of course:)

We arrive at the pub where we expect our reserved seats - no risk taking when a match football - and other friends who clearly do not have a driver for the evening, them, given the number of glasses already empty. At 20:15, the sports commentators take the antenna, yes, yes, a half-hour before kickoff. During these thirty minutes, are broadcast videos: Ribery after the first leg in training Ribery, Ribery at the airport. I am so aware of the role of the french player in that team and start praying for it is not ridiculous tonight. Already that "Fußball" does not really rhyme with "Frankreich" in Germany, it would be nice if Franky not make me feel more alone than I already am.

20:45, start of the match. 8:48 p.m., first goal. Except with my t-shirt flaming red, I just skipped one detail: the team of Bayern, outside, it plays in black. And the pretty red shirts I saw on the screen jumping for joy and I was ready to applaud and cheer like a true Bavarian adoption, were the players of Manchester United. HAPPILY that lately, my reflexes are a little limited because it is what saved me last night.

From that time until the next goal and I am constantly repeated "Bayern plays in black. Bayern plays in black. Bayern black. Black Bayern. Black. Black. ... Black" So that by the seventh minute of the game, when Manchester was again marked, I have not even had a hint of hesitation, I pulled the mug directly, like my neighbors.

By cons, as I started to gain confidence in the colors of the shirts, as I did watching the tiny game frenchie. And things have not arranged with the third goal for Manchester. Stress was at its height, the beers were accumulating on the table and soft bird names I would have preferred not to understand more and more came to my ears.

When at a black player had the good idea to plant a cage in English, I had my fruit juice - this was not beer, but not really want him to finish on my pants so far - and I waited until the storm subsides.

Final score 3-2 for Manchester but a qualification that will play for Bayern in the semifinals ... Lyon! And that night, I know already that I am unmarried, unless Lyon loses. Great Clips:)

Alternatively, or for those who are wondering, the evening was quite bearable if not pleasant but rather presented like that, it would have been much less interest. It comes from elsewhere "ten good reasons to watch a Lyon Bayern" I will communicate in due time;)

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I do not know why, but my trips to go back to Germany or rarely happen without unexpected: once instance, I missed the first train and therefore all correspondence that followed. Another time I fell asleep on the train and I very nearly too late to wake up. A few months ago, I flipped all the way by asking me what time it was and considering all the possible consequences if not earlier that I thought he was. The last time I went back to Germany through four countries and taking the boat - even admit it when little trite - and I not talking about that famous expedition two years ago, when I arrived in Switzerland in Kempten Kempten in Germany and not ...

I think today I can write a new chapter in my odyssey Franco-German ...

The program was simple: to leave school at 16:30, go to Tours by car to take the TGV from Paris to 6:29 p.m., join the international bus station by subway, take the bus at 22h for a scheduled arrival in Ulm at 8:30 and then get on the 8:59 train that will take me until finally Kempten for 10h.

No worries in sight, since the time I begin to be lapped. Except that this late in the second quarter, between the wishes for the movement, assessments, school reports, the future - or not - inspection and everything else, my brain is on overload cognitive and I realized my Costs ...

It started at school, keeping my business, I found my iPod in my bag ... without a helmet or headphones - much less convenient for listening to music! Never mind, I met my brother who help me out in Tours Sennheiser sound (I finally won by the change: P) and that I forget to leave my car keys.

At the station of Tours, when the fateful composting, I leave all my tickets: SNCF, Deutsche Bahn ... Eurolines but no ticket! Do not panic, my favorite Parisian is still at the office, she prints it and gives it to me in flesh and bone to Gallieni.

The bus Eurolines is packed from the start, forcing the driver to put the air conditioning ', which means I'll be cold ... Hey by the way, where's my scarf? Remained in the train. It continues ...

In Strasbourg at night, others ride the bus, except that none of the passengers already had planned to descend. I went back to sleep before the driver, apparently lost, found solution.

Around 5:30, we stop in a murky and frankly far from any human life. After having imagined the worst as "It will make us change because" our driver, who lost the reason it is no longer any doubt begins to clean his car. The large rolls, the washer for the windshield huge, everything goes. I even asked if we would not make the shot of the vacuum inside.

In Stuttgart, GPS and map it does not have enough to take us to the central station. Mr.-I-The-Earn dropped passengers in the middle of nowhere. It was 8am and I could not sleep. I thought my train was leaving one hour later and I would never.

On this point at least, my mind sees. I missed my train by 4 minutes and got ready to Kempten an hour later than planned, but ultimately I think I'm doing so bad.

What will happen the next episode? The paris are open ...



PS: Thanks again Marie.