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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
  • Internet detox is good because we make space to notice all those things that we are normally distracted from. And like you say, it leave lots of time and space to think and be inspired. There used to be an island I went to for holidays that had no mobile phone reception, but slowly the Internet cafés have crept in.

    • You can’t escape any more! Maybe we have to travel even further.

  • Gorgeous video to go with the song too. I wasn’t a fan of ‘Un jour au mauvais endroit’ that was playing everywhere on a loop three weeks ago, but I love this one; I do have a soft spot for Calogero, I think I had one of his first albums 15 years ago!

    • I am ashamed to say that I didn’t know who he was before my hols. Where have I been? That said, I do have a soft spot for him now.

  • Glad you had a lovely holiday. Hopefully you won’t need a holiday to get over it. 🙂

    • Let’s hope so, Sarah. Being back is much tougher than I thought. Damn it!

  • I went without one full year of mobile internet Muriel! 🙂

    • Really? How did you do this, Rohit?I couldn’t survive without Internet…

  • It’s so weird what one gets used to isn’t it? Things like being online all of the time. My internet went down this morning at home, and it got my whole day off to a bad start! But on holiday, it’s a much more positive thing – you have more time to spend with people around you rather than at the other end of a computer, and to enjoy the sunshine! I’m envious of that here in grey London…

    • It made me realise how much I am addicted to social media. Not good.

  • Nothing is ever perfect…

    • Very true, Marie. But maybe that’s what makes things so much more interesting, right?