C'est le vote!

One interesting aspect of our time here in Paris has been that 2012 is a presidential election year for both France and the United States.  While we couldn’t vote in the French election, we made sure to request absentee ballots for the election in the U.S.  The Federal Voting Assistance Program has materials for U.S. citizens living outside the country (including active duty service members and their families) to use in requesting and submitting absentee ballots.  

I filled out our ballot requests and mailed them in while we were in Chicago in September.  U.S. citizens living outside the country request an absentee ballot from their last state of residence and each state has its own process for absentee voting.  Illinois allows voters to elect to receive absentee ballots by email, paper mail, or fax.  We requested both email and paper mail and received emails with all of the ballot materials attached as pdfs within a week of sending in the ballot requests.  Our paper copies took a little longer to reach France, but we were excited to see that they included very official-looking ballots.

We were even more excited to learn that we could submit our absentee ballots at a drop-box in the U.S. Embassy in Paris.  For two people who are always very enthusiastic voters, the more elaborate the ballot submission process, the better!  Absentee ballots need to be postmarked by November 5 in order to be counted.  By submitting our ballots to the drop box at the embassy, we did not need to pay international postage and had an excuse to visit the embassy.

We stopped by the embassy one morning this week before J went to work.  It seemed appropriate that we overheard two people with foreign accents energetically discussing the most recent debate on our way to drop off our ballots.  When we arrived at the embassy, it was a little confusing trying to figure out how exactly to get in to drop off our ballots.  The first set of guards that we encountered to did not seem to speak English very well and I had not thought to look up vocabulary related to embassies or voting.  It turns out that the words for vote and election are almost the same in French and English, but I managed to avoid saying either of those words and kept mentioning ballots (which did not help).  It took J blurting out “Obama!” while I pointed at the envelopes containing our ballots to get us directions to the correct entrance.  

When we eventually reached the place where the ballot drop box was stored and the security guard realized what we were looking for, she exclaimed, “C’est le vote!”  After confirming that the names on the envelopes containing the ballots matched our passports and verifying that the passports matched our faces, we were given a box to slide our ballots into.  The security guards in the room all applauded while we “voted.”  We concluded our somewhat confusing embassy experience by getting chastised by a guard for trying to take a picture of the building.

While we have already voted, Election Day is still almost two weeks away in the U.S.  For those of you in Illinois, the Chicago Council of Lawyers is a non-partisan public interest bar association that has prepared judicial evaluations of state judges seeking election or retention on the November 6, 2012 ballot.  Those materials are currently available online.

Pear/Päron/Poire

We left Paris in September with markets that were full of end-of-summer produce and returned in October to find all sorts of fall treats like butternut squash, apples, and pears filling our vegetable baskets and the markets.  I tend to eat apples more than pears, but J loves anything pear-flavored.  I didn’t quite realize how much he loved pear-flavored things until we were in Sweden and he had pear juice or pear ice cream almost daily (it’s not just him, I was surprised by the number of pear-flavored offerings in stores and restaurants all over Stockholm).

While we were in Sweden, I managed to pull J away from pear-flavored things long enough to pick up some lingonberry paste to use as a garnish on a cheese plate.  It sat in the refrigerator for a few months, but we decided to use it for a Swedish version of our weekly wine and cheese dinner.  There is a tiny but well-stocked Swedish food store in Paris that we visited Friday night in search of Swedish cheese for our dinner.  We left the store with not only some Västerbotten cheese, but also pear juice boxes.

Our pear-fueled weekend continued when we stopped at one of my favorite produce stands at the market to replenish J’s stash of pears.  We ended our morning shopping trip by buying a gorgeous pear tart from our favorite bakery.  Though I generally leave the pears in the apartment to J (and will probably not be the one drinking the pear juice), I am looking forward to sharing the pear tart with him.

Catching up

We spent a few weeks in the United States at the end of September for my sister’s wedding.

In addition to all of the fun wedding weekend events, our time in Chicago was a whirlwind of catching up with friends and visiting an embarrassing number of restaurants.  We ate at Next, Topolobampo, Big Jones, Coco Pazzo, MK (for the rehearsal dinner), Floriole (for a pre-wedding brunch), Big Star, and a few other places over the course of two weeks.  Being able to see so many of our friends and family and visit so many favorite places was a good reminder of why we are excited to move back to Chicago eventually.  

Another big treat for me was using American-sized washers and dryers on our trip.  I washed all of our clothes before we packed for the trip back to Paris, fitting what would have been at least 6 loads of laundry (which would take about 16 - 17 hours of time in our little combination washer/dryer) into only 3 loads (and 3 hours) at my parents' house.

Packing for the trip back to Paris was made even easier by the portable luggage scale that J’s parents gave us as a gift for Christmas last year.  Besides our everyday clothes for the trip, we had formal clothes and shoes for all of the wedding events with us. And all remaining space in our luggage was packed full of treats like salsa, peanut butter cups, and Frontera taco sauces.  Having the scale allowed me to ensure that all of our luggage was under the weight limit imposed by the airline before we ever left for the airport.

We were sad to be leaving Chicago, but looking forward to a return to our regular routine after all of the decadence of our trip.  And we brought a little of Chicago back with us: I was careful to save enough room in my carry-on for a bag of our favorite tortilla chips!