Hey guys,
So yes, last time I said I had a bunch of stuff to write about… The problem is that when I’m coming to the end of a post and realise it’s length, I think of all of these other things that I still haven’t told you about… And then I write a list, because I’m really into my lists, for the next time I write a post. I’ll forget about writing, come back to the list and be utterly lost, having no idea what ‘woman size Toulouse’ means… Like really, you’d think I would have learned to give myself a little bit more detail -.- . So in the end all of the memories are deleted and I’ll just have to write about what I can ‘translate’.
The weather is gorgeous. We’ve gotten into a very, ehem, ‘good’ routine and so I’ve been getting up at ridiculous times. I am so tired right now, only fifteen hours to go until bed time 
. Every morning I regret not going to bed earlier but time just flies at night time.
This morning I had JUST rolled over and gotten comfortable and then I heard the oh so, dreaded footsteps and my mom’s voice being far too loud and cheerful for that time of the day singing ‘GOOD MORNING!’. It booms through my ears and making me die a little inside. Seriously, what did Sleeping Beauty have to complain about? If my sleep in lasted years AND I looked good when I woke up, I know I wouldn’t be complaining, pfffft.
However, once I get up and open the blinds. Or rather, don’t get up and the blinds are thrown open (it’s the most threatening thing to do to get me up) and the sunshine streams through, even though I can literally hear my eyeballs cursing at the insanely intrusive bright light, I do appreciate getting up early. Today the sun hadn’t hit the back garden yet but it had reached the hills in the distance and from my sister’s window it was just so pretty to see. Man, I’m sleepy right now.
I have to start profiting from the sun as much as I can. It’s pretty ridiculous how white I am. Je suis blanche comme un cul! I’m white like a backside :/. In French, a milk bottle just isn’t enough to describe such a pale. And the worst part is, that because I’m so pale, the sun just reflects off me so it’s impossible to tan 
. I’ve been reading all of these facts lately so I don’t mind being so white, I guess. Did you know that a suntan is just damaged skin cells. That’s horrible … but a good tan looks so nice 
. Damn it.
I have to tell you about Sidobre! It is officially one of my most favourite spots in the whole entire world and I’ve seen some places! We’ve been living 20 minutes away from the fairy tale-like place for about two and a half years now and only recently did we discover it’s magnificence. It’s so gorgeous. Basically it’s a bunch of giant rocks . Doesn’t sound so exicting, I know :/. But if you apprectiate nature’s beauty, it’s a must see place.
Peyro Clabado - Thanks to my mom for all of the photos 
It’s overwhelming, enough to make your jaw drop and your eyes pop out of your sockets! It’s incredible, you’d think you were on a movie set or in someone’s photoshop programme and they had just super sized you down…
Giant rocks... Or little me?
There are so many different areas to go to in Sidobre, all in the range of about 30 minutes drive for each other. The River of rocks is absolutely lovely, les trois fromages (the three cheeses – whoa, have you ever noticed how weird the word cheese is … Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese.) isn’t really worth going to see. Unless you’re in for a hike. We went on a hot day, walked for an hour or so, didn’t bring water with us and almost died. None of us had any idea what we were supposed to be looking for so we gave up and walked back, flopped into the car and drove off to another scenic Sidobre site to have lunch.
When I got home, I googled it and apparently we had in fact seen the rocks shaped like three cheeses. They do not resemble cheese in the slightest. But I suppose that cheese could look like anything but then that means they could have called it the three bits of leftover cake or the three pieces of rock shaped chicken. ANYTHING. But I suppose their name is slightly better than my best attempts and it’s very French.
It takes a few days to cover all of the sites, if you want to enjoy it. We just had picnic lunches at a bunch of different spots and it was the nicest days I’ve spent in France so far . We even went and saw a natural grotto. It was dark and moss-covered and slightly scary if you’d been watching too many vampire movies before hand 
. We still haven’t gone to every single one, I think there’s still a couple but we definitely will before we leave. <– I will come back to explaining this word later in this post or in the next.
FISHING!!! I’ve been fishing quite a few times in the past month, we found the most stunning lake EVER. Lac du Merle, it’s absolutely gorgeous… However, I have yet to catch a fish :/. Venetia had spotted some nice sized stripy fish (LOVING my fishing intellect) in the water but they would just tease us by nibbling on the bait until we were left with shiny hooks. It was very frustrating. I’d love to try fly fishing! Now I bet that’s fun !
Before we went fishing we stopped beside a little lake where there were fishermen galore to munch down on some mille-feuille (if you haven’t tasted one, then you haven’t lived). Mille-feuille is my most favourite baked good ever. Translated it means, million leaves. I’m not going to do it justice by describing it but basically it’s a thick sort of custard, with several layers of light pastry in between and white sugar icing on top with a dark leave like design. It’s delicious.
I got distracted there! Anyway, I went to play on one of those… well this is embarrassing :/… playground spring horses. This one was a camel though :/. I’m not sure of the correct name, it’s a wooden animal, with a seat and it has a giant spring underneath it so it can rock back and forth. I was having a wonderful time when I heard a car coming around the corner and jumped off. My pinky finger was viciously attacked by the camel which was now shaking violently. I didn’t cry but it was so painful. After a bit of complaining, I ate my mille-feuille. We drove off to the grotto and when we got there my finger had BALLOONED so it was twice the size it usually should be, had turned a lovely shade of purple and was excruciatingly sore to bend or touch. My mom made me a make-shift splint which caused a lot of pain, so I just left it alone and didn’t try to climb any rocks.
It healed up pretty well after three or four days but my poor baby finger is still pretty painful if I hold it funny. I forgot about the hot drinks I was making because I was writing this and made everyone drink their less than warm tea without milk :/. If you ask me, it tasted pretty good .
I’m going to leave my post at that. Watch out for another post soon .
Hoping to hear from you guys soon!
- Bianca
