My day in short:
There's nothing like a "gras matinée" (morning to sleep in).
There's nothing like an afternoon adventure to the Chambre d'Amour (bedroom of love)
There's nothing like an evening spent beachside and a dinner with family friends
There's nothing like a night out on the town.
I spent the latter part of the morning lazily collecting and neatly packing away my things, and decided to head off for a "final days' adventure" to the Chambre de L'Amour. It is a famous cave here in Biarritz, where lovers used to go for a secret getaway, only to suffer a tragic death at the hands of the rising tide in the middle of the night. It's quite the spectacle now, surrounded by an absolutely glorious park.
The afternoon on the beach overflowed with fun-in-the-sun, as Milan and I played beach tennis and Domino and I buried our feet time and time again.
As for dinner? Another soirée, this time as guests. We joined the same friends we had for dinner last night at their beachhouse, savoring every bite of Paella and the best sorbet and Gâteau Basque in the world (Pâtisserie Miremont).
After dinner, Laura, (my friend who gave me the bandana from Bayonne) took me to meet one of her friends, and we headed for a night of dancing at a discothèque. How fun! We literally danced the night away, laughing and enjoying the random mix of American music that only I understood. It was quite the event.
It has been the ultimate vacation of my "vacation." I think I ask myself everyday, "how did I get to do this? Why me?" It is a dream here, yes. But I've discovered that the dream is not in where I am, but in who I am. I love what I am doing because I love life, and I love life because He gave it to me. I was listening to Dave Matthews earlier and he puts it perfectly in "Dancing Nancies." He questions his idea of life, wondering if he could have be anyone other than himself. Then, he so eloquently sums it up: "Then I look up at the sky, my mouth is open wide...what's the use in worrying; what's the use in hurrying? Turn turn we almost become dizzy...dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out. And then I Look up at the sky..." I am overflowing with gratitude for this past week, for an experience that has truly been an unforgettable addition to my life story.
There's nothing like a "gras matinée" (morning to sleep in).
There's nothing like an afternoon adventure to the Chambre d'Amour (bedroom of love)
There's nothing like an evening spent beachside and a dinner with family friends
There's nothing like a night out on the town.
I spent the latter part of the morning lazily collecting and neatly packing away my things, and decided to head off for a "final days' adventure" to the Chambre de L'Amour. It is a famous cave here in Biarritz, where lovers used to go for a secret getaway, only to suffer a tragic death at the hands of the rising tide in the middle of the night. It's quite the spectacle now, surrounded by an absolutely glorious park.
The afternoon on the beach overflowed with fun-in-the-sun, as Milan and I played beach tennis and Domino and I buried our feet time and time again.
As for dinner? Another soirée, this time as guests. We joined the same friends we had for dinner last night at their beachhouse, savoring every bite of Paella and the best sorbet and Gâteau Basque in the world (Pâtisserie Miremont).
After dinner, Laura, (my friend who gave me the bandana from Bayonne) took me to meet one of her friends, and we headed for a night of dancing at a discothèque. How fun! We literally danced the night away, laughing and enjoying the random mix of American music that only I understood. It was quite the event.
It has been the ultimate vacation of my "vacation." I think I ask myself everyday, "how did I get to do this? Why me?" It is a dream here, yes. But I've discovered that the dream is not in where I am, but in who I am. I love what I am doing because I love life, and I love life because He gave it to me. I was listening to Dave Matthews earlier and he puts it perfectly in "Dancing Nancies." He questions his idea of life, wondering if he could have be anyone other than himself. Then, he so eloquently sums it up: "Then I look up at the sky, my mouth is open wide...what's the use in worrying; what's the use in hurrying? Turn turn we almost become dizzy...dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out. And then I Look up at the sky..." I am overflowing with gratitude for this past week, for an experience that has truly been an unforgettable addition to my life story.
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