For around a year or so I had an au pair named Sabine. Being a French girl, she made the most delicious crepes. So delicious that whenever she comes to visit, my sisters don't stop nagging her to make them until crepes are piled high in front of them coated in sugar. She used to hide chocolate in her room which we could take if we found the stash, she plucked my eyebrows for the first time and she used to enjoy ironing so much that she would iron our knickers. Along with all of these great things and the fact that my Mom might have a bit of French ancestry, I have a little crush on France.
Saturday morning was crazy. I woke up at 11 after a massive night in Benalmadena to celebrate Dillon's 21st. My Spanish housemate, Laura, had already set off on the journey to her local town to pick up her bags and head to the airport. Whilst getting ready to set off, I was calling my friend Chelsey (who had also been out the night before) to no answer. I decided to trek to her place to wake her from her slumber and get on our way. Chelsey had a bit of a panic, waking up just as I rang her doorbell, and slipped and bruised her elbow. We were determined to get to France so Chelsey quickly packed her bags and we got ourselves a taxi to the airport. A few hours later we were in rainy Marseille and couldn't believe the morning we had had. After two hours of searching (Marseille is the second largest city in France, after Paris), we finally found our hotel. Hot showers were taken and we were on the prowl for some food. We ended up eating in a kebab type place as being Spanish ERASMUS students, we are too used to eating dinner close to midnight. The day ended well with a look around the port accompanied by some French boys. Definitely have a crush on France.
Laura & Chelsey
on the port
cool mirror thing
The next day was spent touring Marseille and Aix-en-Provence. We met up with Laura's lovely friend Carmen. She knew so much about both places and introduced us to all her friends we bumped into along the way. I even met an Irish boy who goes to NUI! Small world, lads.
On Monday morning we took a car to Montpellier. It was something none of us had ever done before but it worked out perfectly. We found our hotel much easier than the time before and soon we were heading to see Beyoncé! It turned out it was a Bank Holiday Monday so the tram was being extremely slow. Laura, being the chancer that she is, got us on the idea of hitchhiking. We decided to give it a go as we really had nothing to lose. After around 10/15 minutes of thumbing a lady pulled over. It turned out that her two daughters had been lining up at the arena since 11am and she was bringing them some snacks and water. She even offered to give us a lift back. The three of us honestly couldn't believe our luck. In the end, we lined up for two hours. Once we got in there we ended up behind the VIPs at the corridor where Bey herself normally walks down to the second stage. There was a boy beside us who had lined up since 8am but had lost his friends on the run into the arena. The three of us felt a bit bad telling him that we had only lined up for two hours and ended up in the same place as him. We all made friends and had the best time in the end. Beyoncé was absolutely stunning and I can't put into words how amazing she was so we'll leave it at that.
So yeah, I have a massive crush on France.