sometimes you are tempted to trade it for sunny places.
but you know no matter how much you chase the sun, your heart will always be stuck in cloudy normandy.
but this time, you’re going on a short trip to an equally cloudy, and perhaps even rainier, place: la bretagne. one of the proudest regions in france, due to the fact that they never really had any culture tug-of-wars and so were always clear about who they were. they love everything about their region. the ocean, their music, their food, their language, their way of life. but especially their pride.
so immediately after returning from portugal, you have a friend who has a friend who has a house in la campagne. the countryside. in brittany. so into a car, and hop!
the gals knit. one english, and one new yorkian. one texan, not knitting. and one frenchie, driving. but he’s from pays de la loire. and you’re not sure if they even have something to call themselves.
but anyway, later on that weekend, the gang will be joined by une normande and un breton. and that will be interesting because they have lots of cultural rivalry.
and what do you eat in this lovely city?
the lights flick on, but you’re shooed away by someone who works there because the grounds are supposed to be closed and you were only there because the gates were accidently left open. oops! well, you had finished exploring already, so it was fine.
you arrive! and the house is freezing. so someone smart makes hot chocolate. and she also had leftover chocolate cake that she baked for her last day of class. midnight snack in a house in brittany. cold, but perfect.