I feel like my time in France is just a perpetual vacation. The weekends in this warm, seaside town just seem like mini holidays dispersed between the work days. Again today, there were Polynesian festivities in my town. I don't know why or how they came here but here they were. I woke up fairly early this morning to join two of my friends down at La Maison de la Mer. The three of us were going to faire le pirogue, which is just canoeing in Polynesian boats. We put on our lifejackets, grabbed our paddles, and went off into the perfect green-blue water of the Mediterranean. Every other person paddled on the same side, and we switched when the man in the back made some chanting-like noise. As the power of paddles glided us through the water, I would gaze down into the sea below. The water was perfectly clear down to the floor of sand. I would have loved to capture the magnificence of that water with a picture, but I didn't bring my camera into the canoe. Too much water for my little piece of technology. After a lengthy row out into the sea, we returned to the sandy shore. A boy I met when we did l'accrobrance was waiting his turn to fly a seaplane, you know one of those planes with the pontoons on it that takes off and lands in the water. Those things are so cool! Too bad with Rotary I'm not allowed to operate anything with a motor. I would love to take lessons on how to navigate one of those.
After our Polynesian rendez-vous, we went to a bar/restaurant on the port and had a lovely cocktail. Don't worry it was non-alcoholic; it was still before noon! I ordered a fruity drink that came out with a souvenir flower for my hair. It was delicious!
The rest of the day I spent back at my house. My host mom bought something special this morning for us to have after lunch today. Le tarte tropizienne, a speciality of St. Tropez and this region. It is a fine little dessert, well actually big dessert, that looks like a giant hamburger; except instead of sesame seeds on the bun there are large chunks of sugar, and instead of meat there is a delicious cream in the center. It is the perfect texture, smooth and sweet, almost like ice cream. Oooo so delicious. I'll take a picture next time we pull it out of the fridge. I think all the hardships of this whole year will be worth it for that taste of the tarte tropizienne.
Following lunch was swimming in the pool (I had to burn some calories somehow) and reading for most of the afternoon. Tonight was supper and now time for bed. School awaits me tomorrow. I think it will be a better day. We'll see. Bonne nuit!
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