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Have You Tried “Eat With”?

June 3, 2015 by Sonia Marsh 1 Comment

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Paella photo (clickable website)

I’m in Spain volunteering with Vaughan Town, and met a lady from Israel who asked me, “Have you tried Eat With?”

“No, what is that?” I asked.

She told me that eatwith.com, is an Israeli startup website, where you pick a city you’re visiting, and connect with locals who cook a special meal for you in their home.

There are cities all over the world, where you can join a host who will cook a meal, and before you decide on where and what you would like to eat, you can read the reviews.

I shall be with my new Vaughan Volunteer Anglo friend, Yvonne, learning how to make an authentic paella in Madrid. We start at 10 a.m., and finish at 2 p.m. Miriam, our Spanish hostess, will not only explain how to make paella, (I’ve heard that each Spaniard has their own specific recipe) but we shall also learn about local history. I think this is well worth the 38 Euros for a special lunch with wine in a typical Spanish home.

Miriam says:

“Since I was a girl I have loved to cook. I always helped my mother and she taught me traditional dishes as well as the importance of making all the components of a dish from the beginning – sauces, bread, pasta and jams – all home made. Later I start to cook international dishes, and now I feel like I can cook any dish from any part of the world. I love to try new cuisines and it is the second best activity to actually traveling – trying food from all around the world and sharing it with fellow global flavour travelers.”

Here is an example of a retired teacher in Paris, Claudine, who has invited people to “eat with” in the Montmartre district, for 48 Euros. Here is what she offers”

“Spring seems on its way and my Parisian dinner in Montmartre will ,as usual, start with appetizers – homemade like”goujeres” (cheese puffs) or vegetable clafoutis and a couple of “verrines” along with a glass of red or white wine. I may then offer one of my favorite veal casseroles, sometimes cooked in a Moroccan style with the most fragrant spices like saffron, cumin, cinnamon and tumeric and served with semolina or simply sauteed veal cooked in wine and cream and served with a casserole of seasonal vegetables – peas, carrots, fennel, celery,..sprinkled with parsley, chives or chervil – one of the subtlest herbs , to my mind. 
Then, of course, there will be cheese: a creamy Camembert, but also Roquefort, sheep milk blue cheese- or matured Comté – cow cheese from the east of France. As dessert I will be serving my chocolate “fondant” – a most decadent chocolate- cake served with a salad of the sweetest fresh oranges or with strawberries, now that their time has come.”

I checked and there are places all over the U.S. as well as Europe to try authentic cuisine.

I shall let you know how the paella tastes, and what I learned about Madrid, Spain and Spanish cooking.

Differences Between a French, a British and an American Gym

May 26, 2015 by Sonia Marsh 3 Comments

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Greenwich Gym

 

It’s been 6 weeks since I left the U.S., and I’ve worked out at a British gym in Greenwich, London, and a French gym, in the suburbs of Paris. I’m going to share my personal observations regarding the differences between a French, a British, and an American gym.

You can tell a lot about cultural habits, from the way people act in a gym. My observations are generalizations, but since I’ve lived in all three countries, I think they are fairly accurate.

French gyms, unlike U.S. gyms are not planned with safety, and ease of use in mind. Since France is not a country where people are likely to sue the gym for accidents, you will find the cleaning crew mopping slippery floors while people are exercising, and electrical cords being pulled while you’re stepping over them. If you fall, “tempis,” (oh, well) that’s your fault, and you’re expected to get up and limp to the next machine.

Don’t be surprised if you hear ‘primal’ screams while working out. This could either be from a man trying to get everyone to stop, stare, and check him out, or from a woman who is being whipped into shape by her personal trainer. Believe me, I heard these screams each time I worked out.

I think men designed the layout of French gyms so they can gawk at women doing pilates, aerobics, or dancing salsa. I’m not kidding! They stand around the edge of the room, like junior high kids at a dance, watching the women.

I don’t think French women lift weights; at least not when I was there. I was the only female in the tiny weight room, and the equipment was so close together that I had to step over weights and trip over men’s feet, to reach the disorganized dumbbell rack. I sensed the chauvinistic attitude of the men, refusing to move, even one inch, to let me squeeze by. Quite unlike the polite British men I encountered at my London gym.

The dumbbells were completely disorganized on the rack, and searching for the matching dumbbell, was akin to a treasure hunt in a tiny closet. Most of the time, someone had walked off with the weight, and kept it under their watchful eye.

I don’t think French men like to share the equipment. I realize this happens in the U.S. from time to time, but in France, it must be a habit carried on from Kindergarten days.

British gyms, once again, I’m generalizing, were more like the U.S. gyms I’m familiar with.

First of all, they have a person at the front desk to check you in. In France, the front desk was often unattended, and I was able to walk in, and not even pay.

The British are so polite, and apologize for not letting you go first, if they happen to walk past you.

I did notice that most British men and women don’t make eye contact in the gym. They simply go about their workout.

The British gyms are clean, and they offer towels, unlike the French gyms, where sweat was dripping onto the equipment.

Once again, just like the French gyms, dumbbells are completely disorganized on the rack. 

When I travel to Europe, I find it so interesting how countries that are so close together, can have such different cultures and different behavior patterns. There is more uniformity in the U.S., which is a vast country, but a 24-hour Fitness in California, has the same standards of safety no matter which State you’re in.

U.S. gyms tend to have the latest trends in fashion and equipment.

In California, men and women are more toned and muscular than in French and British gyms.

U.S. gyms seem to be well-planned with more space to workout and several personal trainers with clients.

You have to fill out detailed waivers if you want to workout as a ‘guest’ at a U.S. gym. There seem to be strict rules regarding your health history, (due to lawsuits in the U.S.)

I was not asked once about my health in the British or French gym. I actually prefer the less stringent rules in European gyms.

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Serving with the Peace Corps in Lesotho

May 21, 2015 by Sonia Marsh 29 Comments

 

 

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I’m wearing the Lesotho hat that my new Danish friend, Lone, brought over. She lived in Lesotho, South Africa

For years, I’ve been telling my friends that I would serve with the Peace Corps when my  children were out of the house. It’s something I started talking about ten years ago, and last week, I received the invitation to serve in Lesotho, a small country in Southern Africa.

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Lesotho is known as the “Mountain Kingdom” and is the roundish, landlocked country in pink on the map.

Now that I’m divorced, and my three sons are independent, this is the perfect time for me to work as a primary education teacher in Africa.

I applied to serve last year in June, and was turned down in January. I was devastated, especially as I felt completely lost, and could not understand why this could happen to me. I’ve attended monthly Peace Corps meetings, including a Peace Corps event at Cal State Long Beach where the new Director, Carrie Hessler-Radelet, stated that the Peace Corps is hoping to increase the number of over 50-year-olds to serve.

After my rejection, the local recruiter encouraged me to reapply immediately. I did so the next day, updating my resume to include the Trinity College Cert-TeSOL course in London. Fortunately I’d been accepted after my interview in London in December 2014, to take the TESOL course starting on April 20th-May 15th, 2015. I needed a backup, in case the Peace Corps turned me down a second time.

The Peace Corps placement officer for Lesotho, interviewed me on February 27th, and almost 3 months later, I received an e-mail with an ‘invitation’ to serve; ironically, on the last day of my course in London.

Now I have a massive amount of paperwork to fill out, passports and visas, medical and dental exams, and finger-printing, etc. As long as all my medical and dental results are fine, I shall leave for Lesotho, on October 5th, 2015.

I cannot wait to start a completely new and challenging life in Africa. I realize this is not going to be easy, and it’s going to take a long time to adapt, as well as to learn the new language, (think clicking sound) of Sesotho.  During the first 3 months you live with a host family and learn the local language.

At least it sounds easier than the Czech language that we had to learn during our first week of TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other languages.) Watch video of Czech here if you’re interested.

Here is a local dish: Basotho Bashed Beef. The article says they eat horse meat, but only if the horse dies accidentally. They never kill horses for meat.

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Basotho Bashed Beef

 

I would love to meet Prince Harry in Lesotho. He set up the Sentibale charity to help orphaned children in Lesotho. So many children are orphans due to the 3rd highest rate of HIV/AIDS in Lesotho.

Watch this video to see Prince Harry and the work he does in Lesotho.

Anyone been to Lesotho? Please leave a comment below.

Teach English Abroad with the Cert-TESOL

May 18, 2015 by Sonia Marsh 9 Comments

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My classmates, and I’m the one kneeling in the middle.

I’ve been studying like a crazy woman for the past 4 weeks in order to teach English abroad with the Cert-TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) certificate.

This is by no means an easy course. It’s a level 5, comparable in difficulty to the second year of an undergraduate degree crammed into 4 weeks. Now you’ll understand why I felt like a zombie fueled by caffeine and adrenaline.

My poor 57-year-old brain, almost died; and what made me realize that age has nothing to do with my ability to study and retain material, was the fact that the twenty-somethings on our course, were just as exhausted and complained even more than us boomer ladies.

So now that I can breathe again. I am happy to inform everyone that I passed the written and oral exam last week. I can use my TESOL certificate to teach English to foreign students anywhere in England, France, Italy, Spain, other European countries, as well as China, South Korea, Japan, South America… basically anywhere.

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My teachers, Rob Farag, far left and Jane Stevenson in black in the middle. Classmates eating a home-made chocolate and orange cake to celebrate

 

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My new teacher friends: Zoe, Natasha, me and Sue to my right. A great group of Cert-TESOL women

 

I decided to take the Trinity College TESOL certificate in Greenwich, London, as it was much cheaper than the TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) course at UCI (University of California Irvine) close to my house which costs $5,750. This outrageous price does not even include room and board at the Ritz. It’s also a TEFL, and not a Trinity College Cert-TESOL. The TEFL is not accepted in many parts of Europe, which is why I opted for the Cert-TESOL.

 

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My school in Greenwich

Why not take the course in London where you get to experience other cultures, other sights, and study within a small class of 6 students rather than the larger class sizes in the U.S.

My course in London cost less with airfare, and an Airbnb studio apartment overlooking the Cutty Sark (see photo below) than the UCI course, and I made some wonderful new contacts, plus I got to sightsee and visit my memoir author friend Ian Mathie. Another blog post to follow.

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View of the Cutty Sark from my bedroom window at sunrise

So are you ready to teach abroad? If you have a question for me, please ask in the comments below. I shall get back to you. You can also e-mail me at: Sonia@soniamarsh.com

Reinventing Myself in Mid-Life

April 23, 2015 by Sonia Marsh 9 Comments

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My student bedroom

 

I’ve become a student again at age 57, and quite frankly, it feels a little weird. I eat, sleep, and hang my wet laundry in one 8×12 room, but I accept this as a new challenge; part of reinventing myself in mid-life.

After a thirty-six year–student to career woman to wife to mom and back to student gap–I discovered that unlike social media, student-life is not about connecting and sharing; it’s about becoming territorial. You see my brand new toilet paper roll shrank to half its original size after my three male roommates discovered it on the bathroom shelf. They obviously must keep theirs in the bedroom or else they don’t spend money on toilet paper.

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My clothes dryer

So why would a woman my age, share a bathroom and a kitchen with three young men? Is that part of reinventing myself?

It’s not because I miss being a mom, nor because I envy Madonna who loves dating men in their twenties, and I certainly don’t enjoy the smell of curry and garlic at 11 p.m. when I’m trying to fall asleep. The truth is, I had no idea that my Airbnb in Greenwich, London, had a shared bathroom and kitchen. Now I know why I got such a good deal on this London rental.

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Bedroom/dining room/storage of food and bathroom items

In all fairness, the roommates have been quiet as they have exams coming up, and since I need to crack the whip and work hard myself in order to pass the Trinity College TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) exam, I am not too worried about my living situation. I shall get used to bringing all my stuff to the kitchen when I want to cook. At least we each have our own small fridge in our bedroom, so food will not “accidentally” disappear.

Since I found a gym close by, with nice showers and clean towels, I decided to get ready for school, at the gym. A short walk to Costa Coffee, and then I shall be alert for classes starting at 9:30 a.m, until 5:30 p.m. daily.

Reinventing myself in mid-life, requires being flexible, adaptable and “gutsy.” I hope you keep following me as I follow this journey and explore life-changing options.

Have you reinvented yourself in mid-life? If so was it a challenge?

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