France, continued:

The South of France, in my mind, was supposed to be a paradise of sea and sun: an inviting deep blue sea under an unfiltered sun, a clear pale blue sky, a heat that is almost unbearably hot. On the surface, the South of France was exactly that...except the sea was deceptively inviting, almost unswimmable, because it was so cold ( Read more... )

My trip to France with E was a nice, even if undeserved, break. We drove from London, took the ferry to Calais, drove to St Malo, spent a night there, then went to Mont Saint-Michel before driving to his mom's place near Brest. We spent five nights in Brest before driving down South: stopped at Carcassonne for a night, then five night at some ( Read more... )

I played tennis tonight and it was sooooo good. I totally love the new strings; it feels so much better hitting the ball now than before, in the sense that I can actually feel the ball better when I hit it. Previously I felt like I was mindlessly trying to put the ball over the net, but tonight, I almost got the sense that  I knew what I was doing.

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