Expatriot games

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It is revealed that some people are trying to abduct a member of the Royal Family, but Jack intervenes, killing one of them and capturing the other and stops the plan in its tracks. Afterward, he learns that they're Irish revolutionaries, and the two men are brothers.

During his court hearing, the one that's still alive vows to get back at Jack but is sentenced, and that seems to be the end of it. However, while the man is being transported, he is broken out. Jack learns of this but doesn't think there's anything to worry about, but when he is at the Naval Academy, someone tries to kill him. The once comfortable ramblings had been replaced with deliberate and calculated chatter that only takes place between friends of friends desperately trying to find common ground.

The magical connection was gone; Camelot had ended. My friends were vanishing before my eyes between uncomfortable pauses. There were even some friends that were no-shows. Maybe it was both; maybe they are one in the same. It is inherent and inevitable. With each day and each experience that challenges you, stretches your mind and touches your soul, you add another piece of candy to the bowl.

Before long, you realize how much sweeter your life has become and how much you want to share this bowl of candy with all you meet. There are things that can steal candy from you bowl, such as becoming sour on friendships that change or disappear all together or having one foot into a new culture but not yet fitting in; but if you can push past these feelings and understand that it is part of the process, you can live the sweet life! I would be a liar if I said that letting go of old friends has been easy, but I now understand that I was the one who left them.

I changed. We all know that the old dies to make way for the new, both literally and figuratively speaking, but it still hurts when we loose a loved one in any capacity.

Sometimes they are still living when we lose them and that can be what hurts most, the seemingly unfinished business of it all in wondering, why? So as an expat, your relationships will inevitably change but in the process, try to enjoy the ride.

Enjoy your friends and family while you can and stay open to the new friendships that will inevitably replace some of the old ones. Posted by expatriotgames on February 24, in Daily life in France. It can be a bizarre and awkward combination at first, but in the end, great for both and yes, can even be delicious! They use French structured sentences as I use English structured ones, so in turn, I get to learn how to construct my phrases in the French way.

Still confused? After learning some common and well used French vocabulary words, I thought, cool. I thought to myself. However; with the sentence structure being so different from English, I would often get stuck in the literal translation and become very frustrated to learn that I still could not make sense of the words when put into a standard French phrase. But it was like playing connect the dots between French words. It was a bizarre mix of clarity and confusion in one sentence not sure which would represent clarity, the chocolate or the peanut butter—you decide.

There are also many words in French that have multiple meanings depending on how they are used in a sentence. The veil of confusion finally lifted. My mother-in-law had actually complimented me on my outfit. Who could guess that it is possible to receive a compliment using the word, toilette in French? In the end, we all had a good laugh.

Having learned Spanish in high school and college, I honestly thought learning French would be a breeze. So I continue to press on speaking French like a precocious 3rd grader now , knowing that the reward will far outweigh the frustration some day soon. Posted by expatriotgames on February 17, in Daily life in France. Textbook example of how to navigate a roundabout in a perfect world. Roundabouts are becoming increasingly popular in the US, but for the most part, are still relegated to shopping centers and smaller neighborhoods for their aesthetic value.

In France, there is definitely an etiquette to the roundabout which yet again, I learned the hard way. This [style of learning] seems to be a disturbing trend with me, but then again, there would be no blog, right? So where was I? Oh yes, driving in circles. It was a nice day, the sun was shining, birds were singing, the whole nine yards. What could possibly go wrong?

Insert misconception and foolish optimism here. If you are turning within 2 exits, stay in the outer lane. But, in that moment, I decided to be triumphant instead of defeated! Instead of staying angry and embarrassed, I decided to just wave at my disgruntled road buddy. This had the opposite effect and resulted in angering her even more. I really only wanted to make light of the situation by my gesture, not insight her into a frenzy of French expletives! Not a proud moment and I wish I could have written a different ending, but at some point, you have to put things in a new perspective or you just want to give up.

So, waving became my coping mechanism in response to the degree honk; I was liberated. By basking in my pseudo-accomplishment, I was able to shrug off my driving ineptitude in order to keep trying. Eventually, we all get over it [being offended] and ourselves in the process. My advise?

Posted by expatriotgames on January 20, in Daily life in France. Tags: American culture , American expat , bonne route , Culture Choc , Daily life in France , driving , driving faux pas , driving in France , driving mistakes , expat living , French culture , French living , humor , learning a new language , learning French , living in France , living your dreams , roundabouts , So, you want to be an expat, eh?

For the recipe, just click on the banana bread! My mother told me that when she was pregnant with me, she always craved donuts and sent my dad out on several sleepy-eyed mornings to curtail her cravings for the deep-fried dandies, so naturally, I blame her for nurturing my sugar addiction mom, if your reading, you know I still love you.

You may be thinking, what do banana bread and bugnes have in common besides both being desserts? I hear your wheels turning, do you know where this is heading? With so much change hitting you from all sides trying to adjust as an expat, we often default to our comfort zones. The gift of food says it all. So I wondered, what can I do to show my appreciation for helping me feel welcome, tolerating my abuse of their language and meeting every question with a preemptive head nod and two second delay before responding in my best pigeon French?

Curious how what makes us feel comfortable, becomes something you then want to share with others. In my case, when I was at my most vulnerable, I wanted to share a happy memory from my childhood in the form of banana bread. So, never having made a banana bread in my life and after a few failed attempts with tweaking the recipe from American measure to metric , I was finally ready to make deliveries!

I gave everyone between La Poste post office and the boulanger baker , a banana bread. And without having to say much, let them know I genuinely appreciated their help at a time when I needed it most. I told them that it was a special dessert from the US, particularly in my family. They were all so shocked and excited, that it was touching. As mentioned at the beginning of this post, in receiving baked goods from my neighbor, I now know that on some level, they like and accept me, no matter how awkward I feel.

Even though I am still very different from people in my village, France and Europe as a whole, in the end, what a comfort it is to know that some things are still universal. Food is a tie that binds us all and making something from the heart and sharing it, is the universal language of caring. Posted by expatriotgames on January 13, in Daily life in France. As you can imagine, the language barrier is a biggie, so I would be remiss not to post first of several about this particular hairy monster that we must adapt and adjust to as best we can.

Needless to say, a big portion of humble pie is always on the menu when you are learning a new language. Let me tell you about one particular piece of humble pie I ate. I worked overtime before they arrived, cranking out the french lessons one after another using my language software, zipping through each one before the characteristic harp noise could signify that the right answer was chosen.

Man, I was ready and thought I would be OK, as long as the topics stayed simple insert misconception 1. But no one ever talked about dogs, cats, airplanes or boats, which is the useless dribble you learn first.

I tried to insert the topics when I could, but frankly, I was even boring myself in doing so. In doing so, I essentially told my future brother-in-law, that he had a nice derriere. Not the lasting impression I had in mind, but boy, did I make one! He smiled and kindly corrected me, understanding what I meant to say while preserving both our dignities, thank goodness!

Then I thought, oh my, to how many others had I said it incorrectly? I could only hope that they all understood too and knew that I tried my best, as evidenced by my good-hearted brother-in-law. It really was and still is amazing, how accepting people are when you at least try to speak their language. This was shocking to me. So much rides on a first impression that to look foolish for not saying something properly, can be very disheartening and prevent you from dusting yourself off to try again.

So, I can certainly understand why there are people who do not learn because of their fear of being humiliated or not being accepted. Sadly, the opposite is true from my experience.

People want to help you when you make the effort. Just think of friends, coworkers or your own children who you knew were doing their best to learn and they smiled when you tried to teach them. Posted by expatriotgames on January 7, in Daily life in France. Tags: American culture , American expat , Daily life in France , expat living , France , French culture , French living , humor , language mistakes , learning a new language , life in France , living your dreams , So, you want to be an expat, eh?

During the course of these interactions, we both felt there was something between us, but with working 15 hour days among a group of people and no time off, we never spoke of our affinity for one another. Posted by expatriotgames on January 4, in Daily life in France.

Tulips on a cornerstone, growing on their own. So, we all have a need to expatriate for brief times over our lifetimes. What makes a vacation turn into expatriation? Quite the opposite really, I am still a proud American and Southerner yes, and in that order—surprised? And barring any legal reasons for leaving your country of origin, I think most of us love our heritages and the countries from which we hail.

Yep, I can hear you thinking—so, if expats are proud of their country, then why do they leave? I can only answer for myself and each individual has their own reasons for wanting to plant new roots.

By this I mean, the very thing that draws us into this experience is the very thing that can make it so joyful and paradoxically, so difficult and often painful. Where did my vacation turn into expatriation? The short answer is well, over a man. When push comes to shove, even dreamers can be afraid to look down into the cavern of change and jump. But at that moment of truth, such as the night before the movers arrive and your whole life is either in a box or sold you finally let go, both with tears and hopeful expectations.

Posted by expatriotgames on December 22, in Daily life in France. Tags: American expat , Daily life in France , expat living , France , French living , life in France , living your dreams , So, you want to be an expat, eh?

War monument beside the church in Le Sappey en Chartreuse, France. Well, the short answer is of course, who knows? Or have you unwittingly surrounded yourself with things that hearken back to another era and have always had a deep-rooted desire to see more than just your backyard?

Friends and acquaintances who traveled were always so exciting and a bit of a mystery to me. Howard, PhD. Does this mean we only have a 10 percent margin of error to get it right relax, only joking of course? Growing up, our family would go on water skiing trips with my aunt, uncle and cousins. Those times were indelible and I remember how much fun we had skiing until our legs were weak and could barely walk at the end of the day, have a great meal with family and then sleep like a rock, all to do it again the next day.

To this day, my parents are still camping not water skiing anymore though and seeing the US via their RV and loving it. Everyone enjoys a vacation, but most are ready to get back to their routine and life as they left it.

You are still restless, still wanting more but not sure why or how to remedy it. Vacations may only be a short-term fix to your ongoing condition.

What is it that makes a seeker, seek? A wanderer, wander? Please do share your expat stories, other travel stories or questions with me and feel free to suggest future topics.

Posted by expatriotgames on December 9, in Daily life in France. Tags: American living in France , chartruese , Daily life in France , dream life , eh? Email Address:.

Sign me up! RSS Is that a chip in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Actual pic of smuggled contraband. Got Milk? A Curdling Tale of Culture 08 Feb. Courtesy of Google images. A Dickens of a Life 30 Jul. I think he said it best: [It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…] Innately, we know we cannot escape our circumstances and must face what life throws at us, but on some level, an expat by choice, wants some sort of escape.

Courtesy of Google. The First Battalion of The Ninth Marines, Hammered and forged in the fires of Hell; Built of their blood and their broken dreams, A legend for scribes, unborn, to tell. Franco-American gray matter s 16 Jun. Image courtesy of Google Being a Southerner, we are taught from a tender age, to always acknowledge those you know and engage them in conversation to make them feel comfortable. This slideshow requires JavaScript. Voila, dude! Merci Google Images.

Into Great Silence 07 Apr. Elvis and Johnny, a tale of two rock and roll brothers 01 Apr. Johnny Hallyday, courtesy of Google images. Expat life is like a box of chocolates… 24 Mar. This probably captures my thoughts exactly, regarding my family and friends.

Even the ones who are upset with me by leaving, I pledge to never be far away. Even though the miles are vast, my heart is only a beat away. My friend Cary gave such a touching, raw and powerful description, I wanted to share it with you in its entirety:. Raclette rocks! How raclette is served.

Expat relations: where have my old friends gone? Courtesy of Google Images. Pardonne moi, but your French tongue is in my American ear… 17 Feb. Bonne Route: Garonne-Danube vu par Clara. Ex-pattycakes: building bridges, one banana bread at a time 13 Jan. Created by New Orleans artist, Dr. From vacation to expatriation… 22 Dec. Are expats born or made?

He and his extended family manage logistics contracts for the ISAF forces in Afghanistan, and he is a partner in a passenger air service, FlyDubai. Not only has he pushed programming that provokes religious conservatives and government officials alike, but he has also built his media empire on ad revenue, which is astonishing in a war-ravaged economy. From his first days as a USAID-funded upstart until today, when ex-State Department staff work to expand his media efforts across the globe, he has shown a keen sense of how to balance politics and profitability.

His success has opened many doors, including a partnership with the real Murdoch for an Iranian TV network based in Dubai. On a warm quiet Friday morning in , I joined Mohseni and Alaini outside a Starbucks in the financial center. His wife, Sarah Takesh, was dressed in cotton hippie-chic of her own design, made by her company in Kabul.

Saad made polite conversation; Sarah made a point of being engrossed in the history of rock. They bickered over the details of their coming vacation in the Maldives. They fussed about shipping damage to their custom-made furniture, in transit from workshops in Kabul. Mohseni and Alaini had been brought together by an interesting and universally admired character in Middle Eastern politics: Tom Freston, who has been tireless in his efforts to connect Mohseni to media players and politicians in the United States.

As of last year the TV station was still a work in progress. While Sarah chatted about spending the rest of her pregnancy in the south of France, I asked Saad how long it would take for a TV venture like his to be profitable.

He said one year. Later that summer, I traveled to Kinshasa, the capital of Congo, which by most estimates is among the poorest countries in the world, despite vast natural resources. I was a guest at the home of Rudy Ilumbe, a year-old entrepreneur who grew up in Helsinki.

Ilumbe is a big man who speaks quietly and listens intently. His English is smooth and polished, but he is more comfortable in French. His house is a sprawling Palm Springs-style ranch filled with Vitra furniture and an empty swimming pool. Other than the stock white Land Cruisers that his security detail rolls in, there was a Range Rover, a Bentley and an Audi S5 in the carport, each slammed and rimmed to match one another.

In Finland I believed it and I worked hard, but I have to tell you; in Congo, making money is too easy. Ilumbe is tight with the president of Congo.

He has secured gold, diamond and petroleum concessions for his European clients, and his consulting firm is booming. Later that evening, Denis Christel Sassou-Nguesso stepped up to the table, hat low over his eyes, swigging from his own bottle of Perrier.

Our first game, right off the bat, is Distant Star — but not the Distant Star you know right now. So, what else is going to change for Distant Star? My posts on Distant Star and development in general will be going up there instead, alongside posts from our other members on the trials, tribulations, and general business of starting an indie game studio in Scotland. See you there! For turn-based strategy the situation is a bit different: how can you get into a flow state in games which are inherently slow-paced?