I went on a last-minute trip to Deauville the other weekend
with Johan and Sabine and Sabine’s friends.
It was really nice out, so we rested on the beach and enjoyed the
sun. Sabine’s friend organized a getaway
for her birthday, so we piled into cars, made the 2 hour drive from Paris to
Deauville and stayed in a house she had rented.
It was a pretty relaxing weekend – lots of swimming in the pool, walking
around the town, and going out.
I had my first McDonald’s in France! It was pretty good (and better than in the
US). It was also really late and only
the drive-through was open, so we got our food and sat outside in the dark at
some patio tables. French food is
awesome (I know McDonald’s is not French), but I’m getting very excited to have
American food again!
On Saturday night, we tried to go to the casino, but I couldn’t
get in because I didn’t have my passport (because I had sent it to the embassy
to get more pages). I tried my best,
trying to persuade them that my license or photocopy of my passport should be
okay, but it didn’t work. They needed to
scan the passport to make sure I’m not addicted to gambling. I didn’t even want to gamble! I just didn’t want the whole group to split
up for me. But a few girls said they
didn’t want to gamble either, so we went somewhere else to get drinks.
The beach was pretty, but it was covered with long thin
sharp seashells that are called couteaux (knives) in French or razor shells in
English. They created a very painful
environment for a walk along the beach, but I persevered. There were also lots of other nice shells,
and we collected a bunch to put in the apartment! We have a unique beach / Disney themed living
room at the moment. We’re a creative
group.