There is no WiFi here, except for one of the corners of the hotel’s swimming pool. If I stand close enough to the street, I can connect onto the neighbour’s network and catch up on my emails. I try to do it once a day, and initially I was freaking out, because in London I am always online. What is going to happen without Internet? Well, it has been a few days, and now I kind of like my digital detox. I actually have to talk to my daughters, and they have to talk to me, which feels nice- and a bit unusual, I have to admit. We saw some friends and family, and had some good old-fashioned catch-ups. We swam, we hiked, we laughed. I was shaken by the intensity of the blue of the Mediterranean. I took it for granted for so long! The small village we are staying in is indeed very close to my idea of heaven: picturesque, next to the beach, close to a little-known harbour. There are a few restaurants to choose from, and the pace is very relaxing.
That said, my home country has changed so much. I watch adverts on telly, and I don’t understand them any more. There was a lot of drama about a change of government this week , and I had never heard of some of the new ministers. The music over here is also different: some songs that were popular in London a few months ago are in fashion here. Funny. Some French songs and artists are completely new to me, and I fell in love with the lyrics of Calogero. Here is what I kept listening to. It is called ‘ I am writing to you from here -c’est d’ici que je vous ecris-. I believe that it strikes just the right note. I love it. Just listen to it.
Une tasse de thé / A cup of tea
La chaise est un peu bancale / An uneven chair
Ce n’est pas bien rangé / It is untidy
Je sais / I know
Rien de bien original / Nothing too fancy
Le piano est accordé / The piano is tuned
Aux fenêtres un ciel, des étoiles / At the windows, the sky and the stars
Je m’évade / I am escaping
On the other hand, some things don’t change. For instance, I am insanely happy to be here. I love the light, the smell, the pine trees and the Mediterranean. It certainly looks like I have become a glass half full sort of person. It must be a side-effect of moving to London. But most of my fellow French citizen complain: it is too sunny, too cold, too warm, too windy, too empty or sometimes too busy. In short, there is always something wrong. Even in paradise. I don’t understand why. It must be the French way of life.
As for me, me head is once again full of dreams and projects. It was a good break.
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London