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Sunday 22 March 2009
Ulladulla
Le week end dernier nous sommes aller a Ulladulla !
C'est a 3 hrs environ de Sydney, vers le sud! Encore une opportunité pour moi de conduire (au fait c'est 120 hrs de conduite que je doit accomplir).....
Donc vendredi soir nous avons prit ce qui nous fallait pour le week end , et à 20hrs nous entions en route. Moi derrière le volant!
C'est a 3 hrs environ de Sydney, vers le sud! Encore une opportunité pour moi de conduire (au fait c'est 120 hrs de conduite que je doit accomplir).....
Donc vendredi soir nous avons prit ce qui nous fallait pour le week end , et à 20hrs nous entions en route. Moi derrière le volant!
Voici la maison a Bruce , l'Oncle à Stephen.
Samedi nous l'avons coulée douce, levée tard, puis un copieux petit déjeuner ainsi que du temps passée avec Bruce.
Puis l'apés midi a la plage, a surfer...
Dimanche, moi déterminer a utiliser mon panier de que j'avais trouver la semain dernier, nous avons prit le chemin vers la cote du sud, et trouver un petit de coin de sable, de plage, avec des vagues rien que pour nous, et nous avons passer la journée...
A se prelasser au soleil , manger, et surfer...
Nous sommes rentrer bien fatiguer mais prèt pour notre marche du lendemain!
Lundi, levé tôt, et hop nous sommes partit vers Pigeon House Mountain ...
Un mont de 720m de hauteur. Que Capitain Cook a nommée de la vu que il en a eu depuis la mer!
Trois heurs de marche, allée retour, et au sommet un vue splendid, une super journée pour une joli ballade!
Et de nouveau sur la route, vers Sydney...
Mardi le travaille reprend!
Mais un bon week end.
Je vous invite a regarder l'albun photo que j'ai fait:
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Saturday 21 March 2009
How it all Started!
Making things that is...
I was 12 years old, and we had been saling in the Indian Ocean for about 10 years, mainly in between the Chagos Islands, Mauritious, Rodriguez, Reunion and South Africa...One of the things we did at one point was collect shells and coral that we would sell in front of the super markets on Reunion Island.
So when we left The Indian Ocean, and headed towards the Altantic and Central America, we still had quite a few Pencil Earchins and shells aboard!
My father always had so many wonderfull ideas, so he said:
-"sarah, here are some earchins and shells, you will make jewerlly.
Morgan (my older brother) here is some rope, you will make knots!"
Thats how it all started, a sort of hobby to keep me busy, as well as a way to help the family eat!
Cause little girls that make and sell things really hits poeple's hearts!
My father made me this board to show off my things, earings and necklaces, and my first client in Cartagena in Colombia bought it all, including the stand!
MY first steps as an artisan!
I was 12 years old, and we had been saling in the Indian Ocean for about 10 years, mainly in between the Chagos Islands, Mauritious, Rodriguez, Reunion and South Africa...One of the things we did at one point was collect shells and coral that we would sell in front of the super markets on Reunion Island.
So when we left The Indian Ocean, and headed towards the Altantic and Central America, we still had quite a few Pencil Earchins and shells aboard!
My father always had so many wonderfull ideas, so he said:
-"sarah, here are some earchins and shells, you will make jewerlly.
Morgan (my older brother) here is some rope, you will make knots!"
Thats how it all started, a sort of hobby to keep me busy, as well as a way to help the family eat!
Cause little girls that make and sell things really hits poeple's hearts!
My father made me this board to show off my things, earings and necklaces, and my first client in Cartagena in Colombia bought it all, including the stand!
MY first steps as an artisan!
Thursday 19 March 2009
Introduction to Myself
Who am I?
I hate it when people ask me where I'm from, as from there comes so many more questions, interrogations, curiousness and sometimes unclear results!
I hate it when people ask me where I'm from, as from there comes so many more questions, interrogations, curiousness and sometimes unclear results!
I guess its not very esay to anwser, as my life has been very different!
Both my parents are french, from brittany, the north west, rugged coast lines and white sand beaches that are swept buy strong winds and storms worth many photo's.
My mother a secretary, my farther a fisherman with dreams of the world!
So in 1974 they set out to sea, on the 16m fishing boat that my father owned to see the world!
My oldest brother Morgan was born in France, I was born a year later in spain, then my sister two years later in Djibouty, and the cuetest of all in Costa Rica, some 15 years later.
We were raised on the sea, on the fishing boat that was never quite a yacht, but the best of homes!
saling in the Indian Ocean for the first 10 years before moving onto central america and eventually the pacific.
I cant say that the journey has ended, as at this point its too late to go back, to stop. Yet we are all on our own, in different corners of the globe.
I am french by parents, but did not get to visit france before my 17th birthday, so am I really french?
I went to school for two years in South Africa, thats where I learnt English, but since have never quite stoped talking it! Just about first nature( apart from spelling maybe).
We moved around a lot, find work here ad there, doing all sorts of things, and saling with the winds...I was not raised in one single place, and do not have roots anywhere...Good or bad, its the way it is, and it has made me into the person that I am!
Both my parents are french, from brittany, the north west, rugged coast lines and white sand beaches that are swept buy strong winds and storms worth many photo's.
My mother a secretary, my farther a fisherman with dreams of the world!
So in 1974 they set out to sea, on the 16m fishing boat that my father owned to see the world!
My oldest brother Morgan was born in France, I was born a year later in spain, then my sister two years later in Djibouty, and the cuetest of all in Costa Rica, some 15 years later.
We were raised on the sea, on the fishing boat that was never quite a yacht, but the best of homes!
saling in the Indian Ocean for the first 10 years before moving onto central america and eventually the pacific.
I cant say that the journey has ended, as at this point its too late to go back, to stop. Yet we are all on our own, in different corners of the globe.
I am french by parents, but did not get to visit france before my 17th birthday, so am I really french?
I went to school for two years in South Africa, thats where I learnt English, but since have never quite stoped talking it! Just about first nature( apart from spelling maybe).
We moved around a lot, find work here ad there, doing all sorts of things, and saling with the winds...I was not raised in one single place, and do not have roots anywhere...Good or bad, its the way it is, and it has made me into the person that I am!
Monday 9 March 2009
Week End
La Semaine deviens une petite routine.
Stephen qui travail tout les jours de la semaine de 7hrs a 15h30, donc le matin le réveille sonne pour le premier fois à 5h50...
En Bonne femme, je me lève pour lui faire son café, son petit déjeuner et son Lunch!
Puis il s'en vas, je me recouche ou je commence ma journée en douceur...
Moi a Présent je travaille aussi, je garde deux petit garçon trois jours par semaine, Mardi, jeudi et Vendredi. De très longues journée de 8hrs a 18h....
Et le week-end qui arrive, et enfin du temps pour être ensemble...
L'on essai de sortir un peux, et surtout de faire des ballades en voiture, pour que je continue a cumuler les 12hrs de conduite que j'ai besoin pour passer a la 2em étape de mon permit de conduire.
Des ballades agréable, au bord de la mer, dans les réserve naturelle, et souvent un pick-nick en amoureux avent de faire le chemin du retour vers la ville, le bruit et une nouvelle semaine qui commence.
Voici quelle que photo du dernier week-end ou nous somme aller a Watsons bay.
Stephen qui travail tout les jours de la semaine de 7hrs a 15h30, donc le matin le réveille sonne pour le premier fois à 5h50...
En Bonne femme, je me lève pour lui faire son café, son petit déjeuner et son Lunch!
Puis il s'en vas, je me recouche ou je commence ma journée en douceur...
Moi a Présent je travaille aussi, je garde deux petit garçon trois jours par semaine, Mardi, jeudi et Vendredi. De très longues journée de 8hrs a 18h....
Et le week-end qui arrive, et enfin du temps pour être ensemble...
L'on essai de sortir un peux, et surtout de faire des ballades en voiture, pour que je continue a cumuler les 12hrs de conduite que j'ai besoin pour passer a la 2em étape de mon permit de conduire.
Des ballades agréable, au bord de la mer, dans les réserve naturelle, et souvent un pick-nick en amoureux avent de faire le chemin du retour vers la ville, le bruit et une nouvelle semaine qui commence.
Voici quelle que photo du dernier week-end ou nous somme aller a Watsons bay.
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