Friends asked me why I wanted to be called Nanay instead of Mommy,Mama or Mamman. Even my husband resisted to calling me that way. Bakit nga ba? First, I really love its sound, listening to someone calls you Nanay is like being transported back to one's childhood-reading Doon po sa amin. ; ) Secondly, I had called my grandmothers Nanay and these two women inspired me a lot. They had brought up their children with so much courage and love and somehow teaching my daughter Karen to call me Nanay is like instilling into her the unconditional love that my two Nanays had given their families. Lastly, I am talking to her in Tagalog (while my husband in french) and for me Nanay is the most appropriate term she can use to call me. I can't wait to hear her first word.
Dijon, one of the cities in France, was the destination of our mid-week get away. The city,which is well known for its mustard,is a 3-hour train ride from Genève via Lausanne. As I've mentioned in my previous post ,this was my first time to visit the city. We arrived mid-day to a gloomy surrounding and headed to Quick, sort of Jollibee here. Yet,the real treat was in the old town. Walking on the paved street for me was like being transported to another era. Aside from Musée des Beaux-Arts Dijon, we were able to visit Cathédrale de Saint Bénigne and the Notre Dame de Dijon. However,due to time constraint we were not able to visit other places. Our evening meal was in Le Théâtre des Sens, a small but cozy restaurant and where I've tried escargot. Yes, I did and blame it on the kir! Our dinner was really good,the waiter was very cheery and accomodating. We stayed at the Hotel Des Ducs where we spent the rest of the night watching crime scene investigation. Ah! the joy of havin...
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