Saturday, November 23, 2013

Grape Harvest Festival and a little update

Time flies… I think my last post was over a month ago, and the next thing I wanted to blog about happened at the end of September. Next week is Thanksgiving, the snow has arrived here, and blogging about the grape harvest festival doesn't seem very apropos. But for the sake of sharing the experience, I think I'm going to lump a few events in this one and give an update on how we are doing here.

The kids started school at the end of August, and at the end of September, they participated, to my greatest delight, in a tradition that I was a part of as a kid, and that generations before me have participated in: the grape harvest festival parade.

It happens in my hometown of Lutry, by beautiful Lake Leman (or Lake Geneva) and it is a three day festival, celebrating the harvest of the grapes, which will be made into wine. The highlight of the festival is the children's parade, in which all the school age children (up until 10 years old I believe), walk through the village in class groups, dressed up according to the theme of the year. For a little history, I am just going to copy and paste from this website:

The history of the Lutry Wine Harvest Festival is closely linked to that of the Lutry holiday camp. During the summer of 1946 Jacqueline Jaccotet, known in all of Lutry as “Aunt Gygy” and who was the camp’s very soul, had put together a little show in which all the children wore fancy dress costumes for the occasion. The children asked Aunt Gygy if they could walk around Lutry dressed up. Welcomed by the brass band on the train platform, Aunt Gygy and the children thus established the first parade, never for a moment suspecting that they had just created the lovely celebration that would come to be known as the Wine Harvest Festival. 

Today, in its 63rd vintage year, the Wine Harvest Festival has grown. In a nutshell, it is the last Wine Harvest Festival of the Canton of Vaud that welcomes some 20,000 people for festivities over 3 days. The profits are entirely handed over to the Lutry holiday camp so that the children who go there can be offered the lowest prices possible.


As a kid, I paraded in different costumes, half of which I can't remember. But I do remember often being cold, sometimes getting rained on, always looking for my parents in the crowd, and feeling very proud of my costume. The one costume I remember the most was when we were dressed up as in the nutcracker. I remember my brother was once a penguin and my neighbor a bumble bee. To see my kids walk with their classmates in the parade was very emotional and happy for me. This year, the theme was comic strips. Some of those are French comic strips, so you won't recognize them, but among the chosen books were the Smurfs, Lucky Luke, Asterix and Obelix and Superman. The whole parade is accompanied by different traditional orchestras and drums, and they all go through the village twice.



Traditional dances





Leonard and his assistant, aka K1 :)



The Smurfs




My little smurf, K2 :)





 

 

Asterix and Obelix



Titi and Gros Minet

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My nephew as Popeye



 Petzi and his friends







 Titeuf and Nadia


The kids loved being a part of this! Thankfully, they didn't get wet, but about 20 minutes after the end of the parade, a huge storm hit and we all got completely drenched by the rain and the strong winds. Thankfully, home wasn't far and we celebrated K1's birthday that night, with both sets of grandparents, which had never happened before! 

The following weekend, K1 had a birthday party with 17 kids, and he has been the popular kid ever since. He is doing amazing at school, speaking great French, reading every day in French and making lots of friends. I can barely keep up with all the playdates and lunch invitations he gets from his classmates. Kids come home for lunch here, so it is a common thing to invite a friend to your house for lunch, and that has happened a few times to K1 already. He is soaking up every minute of his time here, enjoying it to the max and loving nature, the seasons, the food, family and everything there is to enjoy. Today, he spent the WHOLE day outside with his brother, in pretty cold weather, learning how to ski in the garden! Of all of us, he is the one who has adjusted the best, and I'm thinking he may never want to come back to LA!

K2 has had a bit more trouble adjusting initially, as he didn't speak any French at all. But over the fall break (yes, the kids had two weeks off in October already), Michael and I went away for 4 days and he was left with his grandparents and cousins and made a lot of progress. He is now conversationally fluent and can connect with his little friends. I have also organized an afternoon tea at our house for his class so that the parents could meet, and it was a wonderful success. K2 was so happy to have all his friends at his house, and he gave me a big hug and a kiss at bedtime to thank me for organizing this. After that, we've had a few playdates and he's had two friends come to our house for half a day, and gone to one friend's house. He seems more and more adjusted and is loving the snow as well.

Michael and I were lucky to go away for 4 days in the Grisons, which is the Eastern part of Switzerland, where nothing is short of beautiful. That deserves a post to itself, because we took lots of beautiful pictures.

Fall has come and gone, with its luxuriant dance of colored leaves, and we are now hitting winter with the first snow falling this past week. I am looking forward to more snow, as November has been a bit of a sad month for me. The grey, wet and cold weather is not very exciting…

I have had several opportunities to teach about Marriage and Family Therapy and EFT, and about nutrition. They were both in YWAM, Youth With A Mission, and were amazing experiences. I taught on Therapy for a week at a counseling school, and then participated in a workshop on Nutrition. I am teaching a workshop next weekend on how to make kombucha, and I have made lots of connections with different interesting people. I have set up a little practice in my house where I see one couple at the moment, and since my title is not recognized, I practice as a "marriage counselor", which forces me to charge less, because I am not reimbursed by health insurances, but gives me more freedom as well. I am hoping to do some EFT supervision in the near future and have had some great connections with EFT therapists in the area. I am crossing my fingers to be able to participate in their next training in January. I am also studying at the Institute for Integrative Nutrition to become a health coach, and the pace has picked up, which is why I haven't been on this blog much. Thankfully, there are two other women in Geneva studying the same program, so we can motivate each other and be each other's peer coaches. I am learning a lot on different dietary theories, as well as holistic ways of achieving health. In a few months, I will be able to take on my first clients, and this week, I have just started conducting health histories. Those are complimentary, so if you are interested, holler up :)

Michael is still working for my dad, in the cold, but he is doing a lot of art and meeting a lot of artists as well. He co-taught with me one of the nights I had to teach, and we had a blast. We are planning on doing a Couple's Workshop together in the new year, and we were both invited to teach again in YWAM in the spring. We are finding our rhythm, trying to enjoy the moment, even though the future is still very blurry and we miss our friends from LA terribly. There are rough days of homesickness for California, and moments where we (I) freak out about our financial future, but overall, we are doing well and enjoying a slower pace and a simpler life. 

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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

THE "DÉSALPE" - DESCENT FROM THE MOUNTAIN PASTURES

In mid-september, we went to a very typical, Swiss, traditional event, called Desalpe.

"Désalpe" is the best-known of all traditional mountain festivities. After more than four months of grazing in alpine pastures, cows make their way down to the plain.


 But that is not all. The cows don't just come down the mountain. They dress up. They do a parade. The farmers take pride in their herds and they come down, one herd at a time, crowned with flowers in a joyful clanging of bells. The whole village (and a bunch of tourists like us) assemble to watch the procession, as well as traditional dances, orchestras called "fanfare", there is raclette and other traditional foods galore, all of it watered down with the lovely white wine from the Valais. Different areas of Switzerland participate in this tradition, but we choose to drive a little further to go into the mountains, which means there was also amazing scenery. 

After the parade, there was a break for people to eat, and in the afternoon, we watched for the first time, a "combat de reines", which is basically a cows fight. The cows are numbered and entered two at a time into a ring, where they are encouraged to confront each other. Some of them, not the least bit interested, get disqualified pretty quickly, while the most feisty charge their adversary with the strength and determination of a bull. The competition runs for a couple of hours, into the finals, where the winner is crown queen of the fight. We didn't stay to watch the whole thing, as we wanted to take the lift up the mountain and hike down before dark, but we saw the first round, which was full of suspense!

Enjoy the pictures!









Rye bread is a specialty of the Valais



Smoked sausages, prosciutto, bacon....

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Traditional dances


A whole pig on the BBQ?




Raclette





Assiette Valaisanne


The "Rennes", getting ready for the fight









Monday, October 14, 2013

Gratitude

October 2nd,

If there is one thing that the last two months have clarified for me, it is how grateful and appreciative I am, in hindsight, for my life in LA.

My heart is torn, and probably always will be, between an astoundingly beautiful place, full of culture, traditions, architecture, history and character, but pretty rigid, non adventurous and conservative, and a place rich in experiences, opportunities, friendships, community and growth, but congested with traffic and smog, lying on earthquake faults and pretty much in the desert, with none of the lush green vegetation that is, as I am reminded here, a core need for me. Oh, what to do?

Today I miss my life in LA. My routines. Music class with K2, Taekwondo with K1. The multiple and overwhelming emails from the school, asking for volunteers every other day. The OPPORTUNITY, even though I rarely had the time, to actually volunteer.

Playdates with my mom friends. Trader Joe's, my office, my clients... My messy but big kitchen, driving a mini-van, neighbors to wave at when driving by, rattle snakes... no, I'm just kidding. Not rattle snakes! I think mostly, I miss feeling useful, having meaning. And my friends. I can't even look at the pictures my husband took of all of them before we left, without crying.

But I am wallowing, and I really shouldn't. Today, I took a class on positive psychology. End the day with three things that went well today, they said.

So here it is:
-  I took K2 in town and went to the lovely market. He behaved, we found what we needed, and a lady gave me a flower because K2 was looking at the bouquets she was selling.

  











































- I had a sweet moment with K2 this morning, sitting in front of the computer and singing french songs of my youth on youtube.

- I had a great session with one of my clients.

It's the little things... :)