eat, pray, eat again: Bordeaux/Biarritz
Snippets ripped directly from my diary. Some more stray thoughts from France:
20.7.17 BORDEAUX, FRANCE
-God bless Starbucks coffee, Starbuck’s wifi, cute baristas, and European men in tight fitting pants.
-Even in Paris I couldn’t find anywhere really cute and trendy and good clothes. All the men’s stuff are suits and things like that. I guess a lot of people wear suits, including the guy in front of me who has a terribly cut suit with a trim lining on the outside thats absolutely hideous. I am going to wager that he is not gay. He is discussing with a man wearing a black blazer, black pants, and a bright pink shirt. He kind of looks like a Raoul from Phantom but added 10-15 years.
-I am excited to get a bagel again someday, though I might trade bagels for French pastries. The bread here is good. Even the airport bread here is good.
-I’ve got about 100 pages left of Wuthering Heights and I don’t really understand why everyone has to be so dreadful. All the main characters are just detestable. I’m wondering if there is some comeuppance that happens that makes it all click, because good god you just want them to die at the hand of a ghost or something interesting. I want to re-read A Tale of Two Cities.
-We are going to enter a new era where every presidential candidate will have nudes somewhere.
-A couple across the way keep glancing over at me. Maybe it's because I finished the glass of wine AND the basket of bread before the entrée has even arrived. I'm assuming they just absolutely abhor me.
-Wuthering Heights is a blisteringly passionate novel about mental illness.
21.7.17 BORDEAUX, FRANCE
-I see a lot of romance on the streets but it's always straight people. The only gay people have been at loud dance bars, being messy. Why can't gay people have romance?
-The couple next to me are just sitting in silence. Just sitting. Both probably in their 60s or older, white haired gentleman with glasses and a white sweater and his wife (?) black cardigan, short blonde pixie cut, glasses and white pants. Now they're talking at last. I think she's showing him a photo of her food. I kind of like silence. I'm not sure why it's awkward. Sometimes you have nothing to say to each other. Sometimes you just want to eat. Or sometimes you just want to look at them. I like both of those times.
-I swear the entire cast of Dunkirk works at this restaurant.
22.7.17 BIARRITZ, FRANCE
-I don't know how to eat oysters so here goes nothing.
Cut to me looking up 17 articles about "how to eat oysters." It tastes like salt water! Maybe I need to bite into it.
-Biarritz seems like a smallish little beach town. This afternoon I spent a few hours just sleeping and reading on the beach, and also checking out the hottest dad I've ever seen in my life.
-I like it when you see something just dripping with olive oil. That's how you know it's well made.
23.7.17 BIARRITZ, FRANCE
-God bless surfers. Seriously. I was in heat (in many ways) this afternoon at the beach. Also the visual trickery of sun lighting/shadows does people some real favors. But so many guys have no body fat. How do they do it? I want to get cut, but I also like eating.
-Probably one of the most romantic nights I can remember, considering it was just me. Once I got past the little tummy ache and me accidentally spending too much money at dinner, I walked along the shore and up to La Rocher de Verge which is sort of a stone pavilion jutting out into the sea. I got a good photo which will be good for my Biarritz Instagram post. Isn’t it sad we think about that stuff now.
-So many young lovers here, and all of France really. So many romantic kisses in beautiful locations, and I love when one person extends their hand while walking and the other person looks down like they’re debating it for a split second before linking fingers.
-I fall in love with so many people on the street. It’s rude of me, but I can’t help it that they are so beautiful. I wonder if someone has ever thought that about me as I walk down the street in my old shorts and headphones. I hope the answer is yes.
24.7.17 BIARRITZ, FRANCE
-I told myself I was only going to open Instagram to post things and not scroll or open every Insta story. It's not going well.
-I wonder how Las Vegas came to be? Was there a watering hole nearby? Where do they get all their water? Why did they make a casino town in the middle of the desert?
-Best Western Karitza Hotel has the Worst Western wifi in the country! Congrats!