Coucou, I’m sitting on my bed in Holland Park. I just finished packing because I have to be ready for Roro ( = Rochester by Yann) tomorrow afternoon. Blaaaah, that hole in Kent doesn’t really tempt me that much but I cant wait to get back to uni and do my things. This year will be a bit different than the first two because we have lost three important links from our group to the big cities of the world. Annuska and Mikko escaped to London and Aingeru took off to New York City for good. *tear I faced ‘freedom’ almost three weeks ago. I stopped working at Mexicali and at Martino’s. I also said goodbyes to Da, my fab co-worker and lost my camera to Atlantic (it was attacked by sea salt). *tear vol. 2
Be sorry for our losts.
I came back from my tour de France last night... Spending two weeks just chilling, cider-ing and thinking about nothing school or work related made my mind believe that that will go on forever. Well, of course it didn’t and coming back to reality wasn’t that nice. I was so happy in France even though I got a horrible flu on Saturday and been fighting with it ever since (with some crazy French medicine that makes me so tired that I could sleep while standing).
BUT my trip was absolutely amazing. We spent one week in Paris and the second week we travelled around Bretagne and Atlantic Ocean.
Paris was as great as ever… I’m not going to bore you with my happy moments there. I’m sure you all will hear enough about them face to face. I saw only Fishte (Galate) from our Budapest crew this time. Elfie is in Cyprus, Francoise in China and Bozan in Istanbul… so not so much my french fries left.
We did one think I’ll surely remember forever. We rent bicycles with Yann and drove through Paris by night. BEAUTIFUL. Paris is quite petite after all.
On Sunday I tasted little bit of the ‘hate’ that two French cities have against each other. Yann took me too see football game, the biggest of the year, Paris against Marseille! Now you all think: ‘Tiina has gone crazy…’ Jajaja, gals it wasn’t that boring. Actually football is quite amusing… especially the audience. I never seen so many French fries jumping up and down on their chairs at the same time. It was like watching the biggest cheerleader group of the world.
The game ended 1-1 (Yannou don’t get angry if I got that wrong), so satisfying result for both teams, I think. And I saw French chavs!! Can you believe that!? There they were with their football caps on the stadium looking like they had escaped from Chatham.
On Monday we took off to Penerf. We made a stop in La Boule where Yann’s younger brother works. The longest beach in Europe is there and on our second day we actually had a change to enjoy some sun. From that day I didn’t see that much clouds on the sky. The weather was more than I was hoping for… I didn’t believe in Yann’s strong expectations about September being the best month of the summer but we got lucky.
From La Boule we continued to Penerf. I’m deeply in love with that village. We ate, cycled, ate, drank, ate and cycled all week and got ready for the ocean.
On Saturday morning me and portion of fries packed our selves on a sailboat. I was told that the reason I was actually ‘accepted’ on this masculine adventure was that the guys didn’t want other people to think they were gay (really they wanted a cleaner/cooker/someone with high voive in case of emerengy). Ok, like you know I'm kidding. The boys made an exellent team together.
It was great to be on the sea. I missed that a lot. Like you know I haven’t had a change to really enjoy this summer so the boat trip was a perfect ending for my tour. We visited two islands, Hoedic and Belle Ile. During the whole weekend I didn’t feel like being in France at all. My narrow mind had always made me believe that France is baquette+red wine+football+eiffel+napoleon+politics=arrogancy.Well how wrong I was.. The nature in Hoedic was amazing. There are only 100 people living on the island through the whole year so maybe you can imagine how small everything is. It is full of empty beaches and the sea is so green, no it is GREEN… Belle Ile was more touristic but equally beautiful. We rented a scooter with Yann and drove around the island. We stopped to see some of the most prettiest views I have ever seen in my life.
But everything good has to come to an end. What a boring cliché but so so true.
Let the real life start then. Summer is gone.
