05/07/2012

one week in the south of france

The majority of holidays I go on tend not to be relaxing. I like to dive into a new city, to explore it and get to know it from every angle - which usually means late nights sampling the night life and early mornings in museums, galleries and tourist hot spots. It's fascinating and exciting and thrilling, but it is most definitely not relaxing. Although I love those kind of trips, this summer a group of us took a little trip to the south of France, and did nothing but eat, sleep, drink and be merry. It was glorious.


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Our villa was in a cute little town just outside of Perpignan, and it was incredibly French with its green shutters and terracotta tiled roof. Most importantly though, we had our own private pool! 




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We spent our mornings ambling into town to pick up baguettes and bread for the day ahead, and of course p√Ętisserie... Mille feuilles are my favourites!

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Days were spent relaxing with books on the terrace when the heat got too much. With wine and cheese of course... it is a holiday after all.

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We spent the majority of the time by the pool. Sunbathing around it, sunbathing in it, jumping in it, playing volleyball, catch and with bats and balls. I don't think I have ever spent so much time by a pool in my life.
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Bliss.
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Every night we barbecued on our terrace and had long, drawn out dinners with bottles of wine, good conversation and the occasional board game. These tuna steaks were my favourite - marinated in chili, garlic and lime and thrown on the barbie just long enough for the outside to cook and the middle to stay nice and pink and delicious. Mmm.


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All in all, it was an incredibly relaxing, refreshing holiday.  Oh, until this happened:



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Capsizing aside - I think I'm a convert to the slower pace of  life. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.