Treasure Find #2 at springcleaning
I bring a notebook whenever I travel - in part to scribble important travel details, but mostly under the wrong impression that I might be inspired to write long diary entries about new sights and new experiences but trapped without an internet connection to access my blog.
I found the notebook I brought to France and Brussels last year. As it turns out, I’m very stingy with words, when faced with that horrendous handwriting of mine. Here is what I wrote. Let’s play a game of word association. You may then understand my bizzare notes.
Moments
Sunset @ Biscarrose + jumping. Split.
Sand dunes @ Pyla. Kites. Couples. Love story.
Dancing - crazy French people. Cocktail reception in the garden. Wine wine wine.
Pelting rain of rice. Booby trap.
Crazy plans — magic clean socks. MC enterprise with J –> package with hotels. Write a romantic adventure novel.
Sauternes breakfast. Fresh cheese, bread and yoghurt. Milkmaid?
St Emilion - catacombs. Cold. French tour - need to revise French.
Best steak of my life.
Hollister standard waiter @ seaside restaurant.
Walk down a French highway in search of a toilet. Linking arms with M.
Ice-cream @ Arcachon. Pistache & rhum raisin. Diving off pier. Brighton. Merry-go-round. Creepy.
Bordeaux - water feature. Mirror effect. Mist effect. Both?