Summer holiday

The days go by slowly, filled with small incidents and petty errands. In the evening, our heads are full of plans and the day after holds the promise of never-ending adventures, but the morning sees them all crumbling down, like a house of cards, due to the heat. I’m so lazy I could beat a cat in a idleness contest. I’m so lazy I could probably purr, I just haven’t tried it yet.

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This being said, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love waking up knowing the world will do just fine without my contribution, that I can have cake for breakfast and salad for dinner, that 12 am is a decent hour for a beer and that the whole day can be organised around my body’s needs- thirst, food and sleep.

Back when I had cats, holiday meant not having to empty their litter box, these days I’d say not going on walkies with Sam is holiday, except it wouldn’t be true since I only have him every other week and he’s such a darling. I wish he’d be here with us, but he wouldn’t stand a chance in this heat. I myself have trouble adjusting and I’m not made for Siberia and minus 30 degrees C.
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We’ve cooked our own dinner more often than not, since there’s such an abundance of enticing local produce. Besides, eating out for 14 days in a row would only make us hate both restaurants and waiters. 😉 haha!

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I needed a change so bad, a change from within, the kind that takes time and resolution and that can’t happen over night.  Getting a new haircut and a slightly darker colour helped on the way, though. 😉 What do you think? (This picture is a selfie and so I look a bit sleepy and out of focus, but I assure you I was very happy with the change. ;-))

After taking the tram to the beaches right outside Montpellier a couple of days, we decided we should go to Sète, a former sleepy fishing village turned into a summer resort only 15 minutes away by train. Placed by the canals and near the sea, the town is picture perfect indeed. It’s also a bit more run down than Montpellier, which only adds to its charm.

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We had some tarts for lunch, the famous “tielles sétoises”, small pies with octopus and tomato sauce and some chèvre pies on top of that. 😉 I wanted to buy some cakes so bad, but F is good at diverting my attention, as he’s convinced I might develop diabetes in this rhythm. 😉 haha!

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The beach was breathtaking, although quite a bit of a walk from the city center in the heat. Wind gusts made it possible, otherwise it’s not for the faint of heart, like me. The water was ice-cold, though, probably on account of the North wind, so we could hardly dip into it, let alone go for a swim. It didn’t ruin the experience, though. Being on a small beach, far away from the world of mass tourism, with a guy walking around selling beignet (donuts) and cold drinks, that’s pretty much what I call bliss.

On the way back, we talked about getting some oysters, but most tables were reserved on account on 14th of July, France’s national day. So we took the train back to our airbnb- apartment, where we had fresh squids and ratatouille for dinner. 😉 Recipe tomorrow!

Today we’re going to dinner at F’s aunt, in the neighbouring village. She makes the most delicious meals and has a dog on top of that! Yey! 😉

I hope you have a lovely day!

xxx, Alina

One thought on “Summer holiday

  1. “I wanted to buy some cakes so bad, but F is good at diverting my attention, as he’s convinced I might develop diabetes in this rhythm.” Haha, we have the same problem! Always trying to divert my attention from the cookies!!!

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