The beach in December

   I meant to write this post about my weekend when it was just last weekend, but some how time has gone by so quickly, that that weekend is already two weeks ago! However, I still deem the events significant enough to sit here and recount them and that way we’ll be all caught up!
So two weeks ago, my weekend went like this:
   We drove down to my host familie's apartment, on the Mediterranean Friday night. The next morning we ate chocolate croissants and worked on homework, in order to have it done for the rest of the weekend. After lunch my host parents suggested that we go to the next town over, le Grau du Roi, where my host mom spent a lot of time as a child. She was eager to show me the rotating bridge and the town that brings back a lot of memories for her.
   Which brings us to the point where I would normally attach a bunch of pictures of this seaside French town however... this would be impossible as my camera jumped off said rotating bridge and is now peacefully sleeping at the bottom of the Mediterranean, or in the belly of a very full fish.
   I’ll leave out the fact that my camera was not in my hands at the point of its departure, but my host-mom’s, who had kindly offered to take a picture of me, unaware of her inability to hold on tight to suicidal cameras. But I have absolutely no resentment, we actually spent the rest of the afternoon laughing (although perhaps more out of nervousness than humor) and remembering our faces as it sunk. My host parents ordered me a new one immediately after returning to the apartment so the impact this had on me is nothing but the lack of pictures above, and the memory is made between my host mom and me!
   That night my host parents went out to eat at a Chinese restaurant and my host sister and I stayed in and got pizza. We watched the Miss France and ate the pizza American style (with our hands) on the couch.

   As with all Sunday mornings spent at La Grande Motte, my host parents walked around and grocery shopped at the market while my host sister and I did school work. That afternoon we went for a long walk on the beach, and although it was empty, abandoned for the winter, it wasn’t too cold. The fresh sea air and time to talk with my host family was great.
A two-hour car ride later and we were home for dinner and recharged for the week.