The Sunday before the réntrée… A rainy, gray, wish-I-spent-more-time-outside-yesterday kind of day. We are all curled up on the couch (in pants, socks and sweaters!) watching a movie. And in-between the squeals and peels of laughter from my girls I’m thinking back on our summer. They always seem to fly by…
I’m sad to see summer go. We had a lot of fun this summer and it was fairly stress free. We travelled to the south west of France, the haute pyrénées, for two weeks, where we hiked, visited sites, relaxed. On our way home, we went to the center of France, near La Roche Posay, and stayed two nights in a château for the Pépé’s 85th birthday. We ate at a nice restaurant, the girls swam in the pool, and asked about eight times per day “is there a real princess hidden in the château, Mama?” Every time I answered the same way, “*you* are the princesses here today!”
We drove the six hours home from there and spent a few days cleaning up the yard, the house. We spent the weekend du 15 aôut in the Vendée region. MrB’s godmother has a house by the beach there, so we spent 3 nights there with their youngest daughter, son and his girlfriend. We spent time on a sand beach, which the girls loved. Our (very) local beaches here in Brittany are mainly galets.
It was a beautiful, slow, enjoyable summer. On the eve of picking back up the school week routine, after school activities, I wish we could do it all over again. Even though I like fall, full of hot cups of tea, fires, knitting, crisp morning air… I’ll miss summer and its long evenings, apéros, and relaxed schedules.
French Husband will be back into his regular working routine the day after the réntrée, which means he will be here for the réntrée itself, then gone for the rest of the week for work. I still am anxious thinking about potentially working since I am quite often alone with the girls during the week. On verra, as the French say.