I just got back from a wonderfull 4 days in the south of France. Mac and I were invited by one of his good friends from school who's girlfriend's grandparents own a house right on the beach. The beach is called frontignan plage, which is close to Montpellier, France.
Mac and I descided to drive down with his car since we wanted to bring so much photo equipment.
We started the drive up on Wenesday evening, and it certainly wasn't uneventfull. This past Thursday in France is supposed to be a holiday, so we knew that there would probably be bad traffic, but we didn't expect it to be as bad as it was.
All the highways that we needed to take were completely blocked with bumper to bumper traffic jams. Almost every possible thing that could happen, happened on our drive. We ended up hitting a belgium car in front of us on the highway, but because it was bumper to bumper traffic, the speed wasn't even 5 km/h, and didn't even leave a scratch. After getting tired of not really moving anywhere, Mac and I tried to take some side routes. It was interesting driving on those roads. We passed many very old french villages, some which were almost mideval. There were some castles in the hills too. Really neat. I don't have pics of those though, cause it was too dark at that point and I was also too busy being the navigator (yes, me the navigator! And apperently I'm not that bad!! Who would have thought?) Later at night around 12-1 in the morning, Mac and I were driving through a small town. All of a sudden we passed some random red lights on what was kind of a highway... Then we passed a police car that almost hit us. Then they started to follow us and put thier lights on. Apperently Mac had run a red light... They were nice about it though and let him off (probably because it's a really random place to put traffic lights and in the dark especially its not something to expect.) And then helped us get back on the highway so that we could get to our destination.
We finally got to the area the house was supposed to be, but for some reason could not find the house. The address was supposed to be number 6... After driving around for an hour, asking some fishermen if they could help us and trying to call with the cellphone dying... We tried to find a place that was open so that Mac could plub his cell phone in and call. At 1:30am its difficult to find a place thats open. Luckily we found a place, and Mac ran in and was able to call. It turns out the number of the house was 24, and not 6. We finally found it after driving around the same area for an hour. It was good to finally be there. 5 people had already gotten there. But the house had so many rooms, that Mac and I were still able to have one to ourself, which was nice because a lot of people came down that weekend, and many did not get that luxuy.
There were about 15 people there. Most of them were good friends of Magelie, Benoits girlfriend who's grandparets own the house. The weather every day was at least 27 and sunny every day. Mac and I were the only ones who actually swam in the water. Everyone else would just walk in up to thier weist. Mac and I also had lots of fun catching little crabs along the beach. I think everyone else though that I was crazy or something, but meh... thats the way I am. I also had a great time walking along the beach just around the time when the sun is low enough but still warm and casts a beautifull yellow light on the beach.
I walked around the houses to see if I was going to do any photography, but it wasn't very inspiring, as all the houses have big gates in front of them leaving me with not much to take a picture of. But I still have a few pictures of the house on the beach, and a few other randoms.
Other then that there may be a few more pics coming soon, but not for a while. In the mean time, Mac and I are leaving for paris tomorrow for 3 days! Can't wait. Write again soon!
Kristina
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