Beach bum at heart

Bon soir a tous!

Again, I’m exhausted. I will try to make this detailed enough for the past two days.

Before driving to st Maxime, we visited a place called something I don’t remember- pont de gare, maybe. This was an ancient Roman aqueduct. It was super cool. It was from the time of Jesus. And it is still standing!!! The most remarkable thing- this bridge, which carried water across a river and is extremely long, has a minuscule slope. One side is only 3 cm lower than the other! Also, the landscaping transported my brain to biblical times. Olive trees dotted the landscapes. Apparently standing under one is good luck.

We then drove to st Maxime. The area we transversed was called “the garden of France” because many fruits and vegetables are grown there. The climate is hot and perfect for growing food! I saw all sorts of plants, including apricots, cherries, apples, grapes, wheat and cabbage. I also saw some corn- it was growing in all the ditches like weeds! Made me think of home.

I also saw tons of spindly trees. It looked like Italy, or how I imagine it to look. It was strange to see road signs to places such as Barcelona! The French major roads are much better maintained than ones in the us. However, they were mostly toll roads. Also, I had an interesting discussion. Turns out the french give approx 45 percent of their income to the government. that astounded me.

We then arrived in st Maxime. It is located on a gulf of the Mediterranean sea, directly across from the famous St Tropez. The water was chilly, but the air was hot- 29 celcius! I have no clue what that means in American! Our hotel is right in the middle of town. You can see the sea from my room!

We went to the beach. Oh, the beach!! I love the beach. Any type. This was my first time in the Mediterranean. The water is deep blue. The waves are small and calm. The sand is slightly irritating to the feet. It is perfect.

From the beach we went to, you could see St Tropez directly across the bay. However, there is an odd illusion of fogginess. While there is no fog, distant things appear hazy- more hazy than they would in Nebraska. It seems as if everything has a layer of tissue paper placed over it, like a paper mâché of sorts. Beautiful. Just beautiful. I am not sure the last time I actually swam in the ocean. Perhaps when I went to Hawaii? That was 6 years ago. I love swimming in salt water. It is effortless. It makes your skin sort. It makes my hair semi-curly! I want to live near a beach.

I would like to mention that this was a French beach. That means swimsuit tops are not required. Now before you go getting all excited, drooling over your imaginations, just hold on. Let me tell you that it is not a pretty sight. The people who generally go topless are over 50 or have had multiple children. Not good. Not good at all.

I snoozed. I tried to tan. We then ate dinner at a wonderfully quaint restaurant called the blue house. I had homemade noodles with carbonara sauce. They were delicious EXCEPT for an uncooked egg yolk on top. I told everyone that I was a big girl and that I could eat it, but warned them that I would be saying “gross” in my head.

Thats enough for tonight. I will write ably today tomorrow. We had to change rooms. I am sleeping on a bunk bed in a room with no ac. I will just pretend I’m at the beach!!!


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