Greetings from Bretagne where you wear sweaters on the beach.
No worries, though – there are plenty of things to do. You can, for instance, jump off the wall.
You can also cry because you’re not allowed to jump off the wall.
You can pretend you’re a monkey.
You can decide that you’re going to risk getting a little wet and tramp around in the waves.
You can show your cousin how to fling handfuls of sand.
You can do handstands.
And when it’s nice and sunny, you find that you still wear sweaters on the beach.
Unless, of course, you’re young and foolhardy, in which case you actually go swimming.
(I went swimming).
And you do handstands on the beach with your cousins.
And you dig great big holes
where you try to body surf down the holes because your parents had the nerve not to allow you to body surf in the waves.
And you eat really delicious food, and fall into bed exhausted at the end of each day.
And each day ends really late – this is what it looks like at ten o’clock.
Do your days end this late where you are?
And you dream a bit about the places you want to live if you could live in Bretagne. And then you realize just how happy you are with what you have right now, having life, love and vacation.
You still don’t have Internet, though, so you can’t really share the happiness as often as you might like.