Here we are again. Only
last time we were here, Gabriel (alias "the Gongo") was still comfrtably floating in mommy's belly. But he's not sitting still any more, no siree!
France is a country of magnificent cuisine and products of the land. As I've said before, fois gras and stinky cheeses are among my prefered gifts that this
terroir has to offer. The Gongo has found his own tastes from the French soil, as you can see here.
In France there are the "Juillards" and then there are the "Aoûtards". The former leave for vacation in July and the latter in August. Everyone is one or the other, even if the vacation bridges both months.
Every self-respecting French citizen takes at least three weeks over that period to go to some beautiful place, and when you live in France, you're already there! The cities empty, stores close for a month and everyone heads off to their favorite vacation spot. Of course, that means that the rest of France is unbelievably crowded. For the last two years our favorite crowded spot has been the île de Ré.
There are so many things that you can do on vacation that you can't do other times of the year. For instance, you can read Paris Match in public. You can wear short-sleeved shirts (
but not white socks), you can talk to people you don't know and not worry about seeing them again, you can even eat ice cream before meals - at least I can.
After one week of sun here, papa is as red as a Brit on the Costa del Sol, Mommy looks like a model on the Croisette, and the Gongo and I have all the sand that we could ever dream of. Sure beats those small sand boxes back in Paris!
We have one week left to shift sand around and ride papa's bike-bus. Then we go see abuelita for a whole week. I don't know how summer could be any better than this!
Update: a couple of weeks ago - after the red cherry jam -we made black cherry jam and jelly! I don't think I've ever found anything messier. Pure heaven.
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