Summer in the 90s, we went to my cousins’ house at the lake.
I remember one time when one of them got a nose bleed while she was sleeping. Tossing and turning all over the show.
It was like a massacre. An awesome sleepover massacre.
I remember performing a Spice Girls medley for the adults. We made them pay for tickets.
I remember long days on the lake, racing around on dad’s Sea Nymph, crunching Salt ‘n’ Vinegar chips on the towels next to mum until my lips started to sting.
But this summer, this one we’re at the edge of now, here in France? The best summer ever.
It was late. Spring dragged on, teasing us with sporadically sunny days. But when it hit, it was like Oprah walking into a room.
HEEELLLLLOOOOOOOOO!!
The clouds cleared, the sun seared, and my tan went next level.
Over the past three months, France has been my playground. From swimming in Biarritz, to steamy nights in Paris, home in beautiful Clermont-Ferrand, wine tastings in St. Emilion, drinking rosé from fountains in Besse, paddling in lakes across Auvergne, cycling in Bordeaux, stuffing my face with tapas and ice cream in San Sebastian (that one’s actually in Spain), snapping pics in Bayonne and partying in Bidart. Oh, I nipped over to London too.
But what’s made this summer so amazing is the people I’ve got to spend it with – I never would have anticipated how fabulous the people I’d meet here would be, people I’ve loved every second of summer with.
And, even though we’re at the end of summer, I can’t help but feel like winter is just going to be a whole other adventure!
In closing, France is awesome.
