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Piranhas

This morning I woke up because my mom woke up – actually, she already was back with the bread. And when I was finally awake I made my run to the sea, stuck my head in the water and ran back again. Just like a few years ago in Portugal.
Not much later, after the washing and cleaning up we were – what a surprise – at the beach. We went to the very tip where the river ends up in the sea and we found a nice spot with soft sand. My mom still had a gap in her foot so walking was difficult, the sand was rather grainy and deep. But once we were in the water there was no stopping. The only little issue – I had taken the snorkel and went searching for fish. There were plenty! The funny thing was that they kept on following me, even if I went up into the river part. And the current was from time to time really strong: it either pulled you into the river, or it pulled you into the sea, and it changed about every 10 minutes.
I dove into the water but got stung by a Pieterman, again. So I ran out and wanted to know if it was one or not and asked my mom what did hurt more, being stung by a wasp or by that fish. She said she didn’t know. So I was very worried if I was stung by one and didn’t know what to do. But my mom somehow seemed to ignore me and told me that the last time I was stung by a Pieterman too according to myself I didn’t die either.
My mom then went out with the boat, first into the deep, then to the dead burned tree and from there on we met again at the ‘crossing’ of the river and the sea. My mom said she would go up to the river for a bit but I didn’t feel like coming along. I played with a friend – or rather observed him – while he was trying to windsurf. My mom disappeared up the river – she probably got the current going along. I had great fun in the meanwhile watching my friend getting better, from falling off frequently into being able to steer better and at the end reaching coast to coast without dropping.
Then my mom came back and said the river was something absolutely stunning. It was warm at the bottom, no, not warm, really hot, and very cold at the top. And she also saw a beautifully coloured bird catching fish in the river. And besides, the water was not salty at all!
She then took her glasses and snorkel and went looking for the biiig fishes I had seen in the meanwhile. She came back not much later, saying they were mullets and that she’d been within one meter distance from one of them. And this one was around 50cms long, really, really big, bigger than her underarm. And fat as well! She also saw little fish she’d never seen before, and they were very greedy when it came to the bread she had taken along. They were max. handsized, had a blue moonshaped tail, blue fins and a big dark eye on a grey body. She found them absolutely lovely! And they were probably here because of the half sweet half salt water. My mom tried to find them for me but couldn’t, so we went back.

My mom then aimed at the southern beach, towards Sari-Solenzaro, and we saw clouds rising from the hills there. They were red-ish clouds, and that is not a good sign. Not long after we heard the Sapeurs-Pompiers driving into that direction, and the aeroplanes were busy as well.
Meanwhile, at the north coast clouds were building up and they became really, really dark and really really high and bright white at the top. That didn’t look well either. My mom was more worried about the latter one though, as that brought the winds up as well.

Then she asked me if I wanted to come along on the boat, into the sea, but I didn’t want to. I preferred to play ball, and she said she would too when I would join a ride on the boat into the sea first. I first didn’t want to but then thought ‘why not’ – and I didn’t regret it! The waves were huge and as I was on the front of the boat I got the full wave- my mom accellerated everytime we went up and we made a big smash down, it was absolutely cool! We went back via the harbor side and from there we could catch the big roller waves back to the beach. I then wanted to go back to the beach, but then decided differently: I grabbed my snorkel and glasses (actually my moms) and came along as well. We didn’t get that far as my mom didn’t want to go any further due to the dark clouds approaching fast. I then jumped into the water to snorkel further myself, and I was surprised: My feet were in really, really hot water and my chest was freezing cold!
My mom went back and I stayed in the water, she was afraid our tent would blow away and I kind of knew it wouldn’t be that much of an issue. So after a long while we went back to the tent and luckily most of the stuff and towels were still there. As the clouds from the fire were still emerging from the wood south of Solenzara my mom wanted to go there, to see what the planes were doing. We didn’t come very far as we got stuck in a traffic jam, so we turned around and got to the local Spar.
This was, to our very surprise, a Spar which acted as a little 24×7 Geant Casino, having loads of stuff in little supplies, but they had a lot. And it was very comfortable and fresh there as well.

We got our food supplies in with a lot of fresh stuff, including ingredients for Ratattouille and Steak Hache, and a salad as well. We took our time as it was rather quiet and it was comfortably cool. When we got the stuff we needed, we went out into the souther direction again, to see whether the road blocks had gone yet, but they hadn’t. We did come further though, over the bridge over the second river, but then turned around near Punta Di l’Oro, as nothing was moving. Strangely we still had traffic coming from the other side or the road, which shouldn’t happen with a full roadblock. And it weren’t cars from ‘our’ queue either, as they didn’t move at all.
We then came back at the camping and my mom made dinner while I left for another tournament of ping pong and Volley/Beachball. It was rather fun and I was getting and better in it, learned a lot of Italian and French swearwords. Then my mom called for me and I got to help with dinner, but we then had a plate full of lovely food, steak hache half english with fresh salad, with a bulk of freshly made Ratattouille.
After food it got dark rather quick and I was off to play Beachball & tabletennis again, and I really had to laugh about the adults trying to play Billiard there. I ran by my moms tent to say I was playing up there and that I would come back later. When I came back later she said it was past twelve already, but she smiled. I said I was hyper and that I couldn’t sleep, I just only wanted to have a quick rest in my tent and ….. I can’t even recall my mom saying that she saw a few more shooting stars from the Perseid shower.

Sweet salt

This morning I woke up because my mom woke up – actually, she already was back with the bread. And when I was finally awake I made my run to the sea, stuck my head in the water and ran back again. Just like a few years ago in Portugal.
Not much later, after the washing and cleaning up we were – what a surprise – at the beach. We went to the very tip where the river ends up in the sea and we found a nice spot with soft sand. My mom still had a gap in her foot so walking was difficult, the sand was rather grainy and deep. But once we were in the water there was no stopping. The only little issue – I had taken the snorkel and went searching for fish. There were plenty! The funny thing was that they kept on following me, even if I went up into the river part. And the current was from time to time really strong: it either pulled you into the river, or it pulled you into the sea, and it changed about every 10 minutes.
I dove into the water but got stung by a Pieterman, again. So I ran out and wanted to know if it was one or not and asked my mom what did hurt more, being stung by a wasp or by that fish. She said she didn’t know. So I was very worried if I was stung by one and didn’t know what to do. But my mom somehow seemed to ignore me and told me that the last time I was stung by a Pieterman too according to myself I didn’t die either.
My mom then went out with the boat, first into the deep, then to the dead burned tree and from there on we met again at the ‘crossing’ of the river and the sea. My mom said she would go up to the river for a bit but I didn’t feel like coming along. I played with a friend – or rather observed him – while he was trying to windsurf. My mom disappeared up the river – she probably got the current going along. I had great fun in the meanwhile watching my friend getting better, from falling off frequently into being able to steer better and at the end reaching coast to coast without dropping.
Then my mom came back and said the river was something absolutely stunning. It was warm at the bottom, no, not warm, really hot, and very cold at the top. And she also saw a beautifully coloured bird catching fish in the river. And besides, the water was not salty at all!
She then took her glasses and snorkel and went looking for the biiig fishes I had seen in the meanwhile. She came back not much later, saying they were mullets and that she’d been within one meter distance from one of them. And this one was around 50cms long, really, really big, bigger than her underarm. And fat as well! She also saw little fish she’d never seen before, and they were very greedy when it came to the bread she had taken along. They were max. handsized, had a blue moonshaped tail, blue fins and a big dark eye on a grey body. She found them absolutely lovely! And they were probably here because of the half sweet half salt water. My mom tried to find them for me but couldn’t, so we went back.

My mom then aimed at the southern beach, towards Sari-Solenzaro, and we saw clouds rising from the hills there. They were red-ish clouds, and that is not a good sign. Not long after we heard the Sapeurs-Pompiers driving into that direction, and the aeroplanes were busy as well.
Meanwhile, at the north coast clouds were building up and they became really, really dark and really really high and bright white at the top. That didn’t look well either. My mom was more worried about the latter one though, as that brought the winds up as well.

Then she asked me if I wanted to come along on the boat, into the sea, but I didn’t want to. I preferred to play ball, and she said she would too when I would join a ride on the boat into the sea first. I first didn’t want to but then thought ‘why not’ – and I didn’t regret it! The waves were huge and as I was on the front of the boat I got the full wave- my mom accellerated everytime we went up and we made a big smash down, it was absolutely cool! We went back via the harbor side and from there we could catch the big roller waves back to the beach. I then wanted to go back to the beach, but then decided differently: I grabbed my snorkel and glasses (actually my moms) and came along as well. We didn’t get that far as my mom didn’t want to go any further due to the dark clouds approaching fast. I then jumped into the water to snorkel further myself, and I was surprised: My feet were in really, really hot water and my chest was freezing cold!
My mom went back and I stayed in the water, she was afraid our tent would blow away and I kind of knew it wouldn’t be that much of an issue. So after a long while we went back to the tent and luckily most of the stuff and towels were still there. As the clouds from the fire were still emerging from the wood south of Solenzara my mom wanted to go there, to see what the planes were doing. We didn’t come very far as we got stuck in a traffic jam, so we turned around and got to the local Spar.
This was, to our very surprise, a Spar which acted as a little 24×7 Geant Casino, having loads of stuff in little supplies, but they had a lot. And it was very comfortable and fresh there as well.

We got our food supplies in with a lot of fresh stuff, including ingredients for Ratattouille and Steak Hache, and a salad as well. We took our time as it was rather quiet and it was comfortably cool. When we got the stuff we needed, we went out into the souther direction again, to see whether the road blocks had gone yet, but they hadn’t. We did come further though, over the bridge over the second river, but then turned around near Punta Di l’Oro, as nothing was moving. Strangely we still had traffic coming from the other side or the road, which shouldn’t happen with a full roadblock. And it weren’t cars from ‘our’ queue either, as they didn’t move at all.
We then came back at the camping and my mom made dinner while I left for another tournament of Pingpong and Volley/Beachball. It was rather fun and I was getting and better in it, learned a lot of Italian and French swearwords. Then my mom called for me and I got to help with dinner, but we then had a plate full of lovely food, steak hache half english with fresh salad, with a bulk of freshly made Ratattouille.
After food it got dark rather quick and I was off to play Beachball & tabletennis again, and I really had to laugh about the adults trying to play Billiard there. I ran by my moms tent to say I was playing up there and that I would come back later. When I came back later she said it was past twelve already, but she smiled. I said I was hyper and that I couldn’t sleep, I just only wanted to have a quick rest in my tent and ….. I can’t even recall my mom saying that she saw a few more shooting stars from the Perseid shower.

Skyfall

This morning my mom had to get up early as she needed to go to the bank in Propriano. And that was going to be a 20 minute -single way- drive. She wanted to be on the road before 12 as we would be travelling around 88km to our new camping on the east side of Corsica. She said that if all would go well, it would take us around 2 hours to get there, as we had to go through the most curvy, hilly and tourist-y bit of Corsica.
So when she took off shortly past 8:30 she gave me a few instructions to start with, including getting bread. I then just remembered in time that I had heard the van already and I was lucky that I could ask my mom which bread to take as everything was sold out except for the Baguette.
My mom had a quick run to Propriano, could find the bank in the harbor without any problems, but finding a parking lot? Everyone was out there, fetching their Cafe & Petit Dejeuner in the little streets she had to go through. But she was lucky and while parked on a pedestrian crossing she could roll in a little gap that another car left right in front of her. She saw another ferry in the harbor and it made the houses and restaurants look soo small around it. And while the navi decided to take a D-tour back through the harbor, she also saw Herbie!
By the time she got back I had forgotten half of what I had to do, and I was off in my book again. She wasn’t that happily surprised, but I tried to make up by doing my best and cleaning up after that. At least now I knew what to clean up again.
Then even the neighbours were packing – and the other neighbours were saying that they were sorry for the noise that the kids made. My mom kindly smiled and said that she wondered how they could deal with it with such calmness and patience.

We quickly packed the last bits, still had the feeling we had forgotten something, but then took off after paying at the entrance. The guy from the camping told me my mom was “Tres sympathique” but I “accidently” translated it in “Tres simple” so she virtually whacked me around the ears.
As my mom had already filled up the tank we were ready to go, straight from the roundabout, behind Propriano up in the hills. She remembered a bit of the road as we’d gone down there last year, but she nearly missed the little exit to the left, which should bring us to Zonza/Quenza.
We went from a very dry valley with a lot of cows, and even sheep, into green hills, where the colour of the leaves changed with the light of the sun and the type of tree.
The roads weren’t that good, but at least they were wide and driveable, and there were a lot more signs than before. Not much later we were already in Levie, a little but busy village, high in the hills. No view on the sea anymore from here, but loads of people on the streets. We continued our route, so far it went all fine. But then, about half an hour later, my mom did a full stop: Something buzzing had gotten into our car and we both didn’t like to be stung. On a bit of straight road, with view to front and back, I got out of the car to get the furry bumble bee out. It took a while and my mom didn’t feel fine standing on the side of a corsican road, so I did my best to get the fluffy buzzer out, which after a while succeeded.
Then again, after a few minutes, my mom stopped and she aimed to the right. She aimed to a bright, green, fresh field of something growing. We had never seen a field this green on Corsica!
And then I remembered a dream about something similar as well – including the urge to take a picture, but then having traffic in front and behind us. This was just before Zonza, after San Gavino di Carbini if I remember well. We still couldn’t figure how this place, right here, could be so green.
Anyway, we had to hurry up, there were cars coming from behind so we went with quite some curvy bits uphill. And all of a sudden we entered a village I remembered very well! Zonza!
Just before the exit we both saw something bright yellow : A Renault! And a very special one as well: a Spider!
We then went through a green bit of pineforest into a more curvy road. And then there was a lot of traffic as well, a lot! It got worse towards the top, and then we could see why: The Aiguilles de Bavella!
On the Bocca we passed was a memorial something where Maria stood on top of: It were many rocks with nameplates on it. Then we got stuck in a traffic jam – people parking triple on a road doesn’t really help.
Further down it was a bit better, but in the next few curves there were restaurants and some more places where people stopped. It was a bit of a pain to get through. But luckily, with help of me and 2 navi systems, we could oversee the road, the curves and found a few places to overtake, which went perfectly well.
It then got cloudy above us, and my mom said it did look quite grey, and she didn’t like being up here when it’s raining: it gets slippery
Exactly 2 hours later we rolled into the parking lot of the new camping, Cote de Nacres
I got sent out to get the subscriptions done, but patiently waited until my mom showed up. But my surprise was big when I heard the woman at the reception could speak german as well.

We got the choice between 2 places and we could go there by foot to check. One of them was between 2 italian campers with their whole families in there, and the second one was next to the restaurant.. but.. it was *on* the beach! I told my mom I wouldn’t go back to being between italians, and decided to stick to the one on the beach. My mom had to admit that camping on the beach was something she hadn’t done either, and as there was no shade on both places we took the one on the beach.
We walked back, and then at the reception, lightning struck right behind us. That happens a lot after half of August said the woman, and then we got the card for the tent, the label for the electricity and instructions how to drive there. As my mom was prewarned about the bad road with high rocks in it, I got to sit on my favorite spot on the car: on the bonnet! That way I could give remote directions in what direction to steer. When we drove past the restaurant I noticed all the kids were looking at me. And by the time we got to the place, we parked the Audi on the beach and my mom waited. We walked out to the little hut near the waves and my mom asked if it could rain, and if yes, how much. The woman said that she expected rain and also hoped for it, as it has been way to dry in the past months. So my mom waited a bit further on the beach until it would start to rain. The thunder and lightning came closer, and so did the wind. And then, all of a sudden, as my had expected already, big drops started to fall. They made the sand jump and us as well, back to the car! From there on we saw the rainstorm pass and after about 15 minutes it was dry again, but still grey. The temperature was still an amazing 27.5 degrees even!
Not much later, as we were quite well trained by now, our tent stood and we got our food on the table, on the beach.

We got our snackbox out and our chairs, and we dropped to eat something. THen our neighbour came out and she asked something about fresh water. My mom said she didn’t have it, so she then came out with a frozen bottle of water. We drank our Anisette & Mint with it, and it was an absolute brainfreeze. My mom then made some comments I didn’t want to repeat here.

After food we got to the river and my mom had hoped she could cross the river over the sandbank, to go to the citycenter without going over the bridge, but it was open. I said we could try to wade through, but after about meter far I was already down further than my knees.
My mom then decided to go back and take the car to the city centre. She took the exit towards the harbor and then got the pole position parking place at the entrance, which apparently everyone had overseen, behind some bigger trucks.

We went to the Glacier du Port to eat some icecream – very nice, but now I won’t ever complain that our local iceshop is expensive: 2.50 per scoop of icecream! 10 euro’s lighter and a few kcals richer we walked onto the road to the harbor and onto one of the heads. From there on we could see our tent!
The clouds weren’t getting any brighter, so we walked back and I found my favorite boat! One you can sleep on, on the front!
My mom walked all the way back on the rocky harbor side, and then stepped down into the other direction; this is where the river Solenzara ended into the Mediterannean Sea. The water was not salty but not fresh either. But despite that I saw a frog sitting in the water and my mom could find it too.
After our little drive and walk we got back to make our dinner: Soupe de Poissoins de Corse!

While my mom was preparing the soup I already had my croutons out and smeared my garlic on top. After that the roux on it and by the time the soup was ready, I already ate almost half the croutons which were meant to go into the soup. But still, it tasted lovely! And with the last bits of desert, also the last bits of sun all of a sudden appeared over the mountains behind us and lit the little hut in front of us.
Further down the Sea clouds were building up, bigger than the one we had above us this afternoon. They looked just big and they kept on growing, but all of a sudden they lit up and showed some lightning.
The view was stunning: They were black at the bottom, lit orange at the top and the lightning showed up everywhere. Eventually it got dark and it appeared the cloud had split in 2 halves. Still the lightning went from one to another cloud and also down to the water, as it absolutely had found something there to strike.
My mom and I were sitting and observing it from our seats behind the tent and she said that I should remember this well; this is a once in a lifetime fireworks on a unique location.
Even above the other side it looked brilliant! Finally t was dark enough to make long exposures, but it took a while.
Then I saw something moving under the table! It was a weird insect, long body but no wings, only crumbly bits. My mom asked me to put it on the lines of the tent and once it had reached a proper height, it stopped crawling and it just hung there. Without half an hour it’s wings were almost the right size, and whatever it was with antennas, it was gone not long after.
And at the same time, the beach club next to us had finally started with their beach party. But despite the loud music, I got asleep quite fast, even despite it took a long time before it got quiet. The deep basses made me sleep well and as the music was very monotone, it somehow got quiet after a time.

Pizza Brains

This morning we awaited the “Meep meep” from the Croissant-car – at least my mom did. She got out to get the Pain au Chocolat and some Baguette called “Ancienne”. She explained it is ‘ancient’, but it didn’t taste that old.
At least this morning the firealarms had been quiet and also the other ones nextdoor. I guess that they kind of understood that the day before wasn’t such a pleasure to wake up to. But then I saw something I didn’t like seeing – although the parents have been in full patience all the time, with calm voices, and sometimes, repeatedly warning one of the kids, all of a sudden the father grabbed the troublemaker at the head, lifted it up and yelled at it. I told my mom and she was rather shocked, just like I was. We could understand both parties as well, but was there anything that we could do, right here, right now?
We slowly ate our breakfast, silently overthinking, and after that we prepared lunch, then drove up to the local Spar around the corner. Up there I saw all kinds of things I liked, but either the prices were double or they were imports from the Casino for double the price. And the ‘cheap’ things didn’t look edible. Even in a corner where the bread was it didn’t smell nice. And all the bread was burned black. Just like the Croissants we got at our camping place. And it was … nevermind, I just saw something big above us!
There was a huge wasp and it tried to hug the lights, but it was just too small for that. Would there be a nest of these? But my mom explained that these most likely won’t build a nest together but that they are solitary hunters. They use their prey for their only purpose: lay their eggs in it. Well, with that in mind we quickly left the Spar and drove off.
My mom then asked me the same thing I had heard from her last night, and this time I remembered what she asked: ‘What time is it?” in French. And I tried to answer, in french as well. She smiled and sais she was glad I understood this time.
This morning we would drive to another beach, not far away, behind Serru di Ferro. There was a big parking place and we could park without a problem. Probably because we came just when the french and italian were leaving for their lunch and siesta, best time ever. And it was just before getting hot, so we could carry our stuff to one side of the beach. It was quite a walk but it was well worth it!
We were sitting close to the rocks in one corner and with the rocks there are the fish!
While sitting there my mom pointed to a sailingboat which was just underneath some rainbow colored cloud. My mom wasn’t sure what that could be, as it wasn’t next to the sun and there was nothing else symmetrical visible.
Slowly the weather got better, less grey, and we could see the real colour of the bay.
On both sides there were ‘towers’, which were probably used for the same as we’ve got our “Laermfeuer” for in the Odenwald: Warning towers with a light to warn the next tower, so that everyone gets alarmed like in a chain reaction.
Everywhere around the main beach there were little hidden beaches in between the rocky parts. And even behind us there were people with hammocks in between the trees.
The water here was just fantastic, very quiet and very clear as well.
My mom went for a deeper dive and showed me something I could do to attract fish: Go to a corner in the rocks and flap all the sand away. Not long afterwards fish come by to check what’s come up and there were many, even big ones.
She then took me further into the bay, over the seaweed, and the temperature dropped there. It did not reflect the warmth of the sun that well. Further into the bay we got to higher grounds and also the temperature got a bit up again, but not much. She said she’d seen a lipfish in purple/green, and a real big one, but she couldn’t find it anymore. There were some smaller ones in multiple rainbow colors, and my mom gave the ‘ok’ sign – said later that they were small in comparison what she’d seen.
We also played a lot of ball and we had a lot of fun with that. Due to the wind it was difficult to throw high, and the ball kept on drifting back to the coast.
After warming up a few times my mom said it was time to go, but I didn’t leave before practicing a bit more handstands.
While we walked back my mom saw a ‘manege’ for horseriding and we also passed 3 fat ponies being pulled along by someone, with kids on them. My mom went further to the manege to see who was there, but all she saw where horses and ponies bound to trees, in the shade, and noone around.

On the way back we had to be reall really careful, as on the way to the beach we passed the sign “Chaussee Deformee” – and then my mom had to do a full stop as we nearly it the ground. It was only the front flap which squeeled over the pavement but it scared me a lot. On the way back up it was better (the road seemed better on this side) so I could breathe again.
After the crossing to Serra di Ferru we had 2 Audis behind us, so my mom wanted to have a little giggle and speeded up. And they didn’t keep up :( So we waited until they were there again, and then after a few turns, they were gone. Only on the straight bits they could keep up or even ‘threatened’ to overtake. But once we were into the curvy bits they were gone again and we had to wait.

By the time we were back my mom was kind of restless. I wondered what she was up to, and she said she would tell me later. She also already made up her mind with the dinner and the planning when we should go where and when eat what she said. So we went up to my favorite restaurant, yay :D

So we did play risky: go in there on a Friday evening without prior reservation – a table for two, just at 19:30. The owner, still the same stressy type, more gray this time, said immediately that “oh, no, no, forget it” – all the 2 person tables were booked out for this evening. But one of the people working there said “wait, there is a table for two reserved at 20:30, if you have something small you can sit there”.
And then we looked up and the man said “wait, do I know you 2 from last year?”. And we grinned and said “yes”, leaving us both baffled that he recognized 2 people that were there a year ago, in such a busy bar/restaurant, for just a few days. So he sneaked us towards the table and his chef got quiet. My mom kindly asked the chef how the ‘restaurant’ dog was doing – and he was ‘still around’ he responded. My mom grinned to me and explained that he then also knew that we’d been there before.

So when I asked for what we would do next, she said she’d be eager to go to another camping, closer by to Bastia as well and maybe we could even go to Bonifacio and Plateau de Cosciu. She then also said that she’d slept not quite well last night, not only the kids running and screaming around, but also the whole stress those families brought with them. And the loud music everynight at the campings around, as well as groups of people just being very noisy till early.. no, call that late in the morning. I was a bit shocked as I didn’t want to leave my favorite beach and restaurant that quick. But then well, we were already at my favorite restaurant so we could tick that off the list. And we agreed to leave early in the morning.
Meanwhile we saw a Moby ferry getting into the harbor, and while the sun was setting, we saw our favorite setting again. But it wasn’t that colourful anymore, as the colourful waterglasses had been swapped for normal blanco glasses. It did miss it’s typical eyecatcher.
Thanks to our special ‘chief’ we got our Moules very quick and they were served in huge plates, shaped as a Moule. They were very tasty and of good quality, only the pommes were kind of soaked in the sauce of the Moules. But I told my mom that strangely enough, these pommes still tasted like potatoes, a lot! My mom responded saying they were Bratkartoffeln, only cut differently.
Then we got our ‘chief’ quickly asking for desert, and I said ‘chocolate’, failed to see there were 2 different ones. My mom sent me over to doublecheck, and I think I got the right thing, something Chocolate anyway. I was quite surprised when I got a glass which was striped black and white – Chocolate Liegois was apparently like this, not the Chocolate Moeulleux I got last time.
But it tasted lovely! And also my mom had a nice tasting desert, a lot smaller than mine, haha!
Before we left the restaurant I did want to see the pizza’s being made again. That was also the same guy as last year, because of the earrings. And while he was making the pizza’s, my mom explained what went on them: Sauce de Tomate, Ogions, Fromage, and then another Fromage. The guy smiled and said “Tomme de Corse”. Ah, my mom said that that was the stuff I didn’t like to eat. So with the next round of pizzas she asked me what he put on it, and the guy was so nice to help me out from time to time. French is a difficult language, but it isn’t that far off from English and Spanish from time to time, it’s just difficult to swap the words in your brain into the right language.
I also wanted to know why the other guy remembered who we were and that we had been there last year, and he said “well, just so, I remembered” and that was it. I still can’t believe people have such good memories.
I was still very excited when we walked out and lucky me, we walked off to the beach again to watch some shooting stars. There were not that many and the ones I thought I saw, my mom said that my brain and eyes faked them. We could also hardly see the milky way, but at least, we knew where it was. Not much later I fell in the tent and asleep as well.

Luchtalarmpjes van de buren

* == Firealarms from the neighbours – translated freely to a sketch from Jochem Meyer, where he describes how he terrorizes the neighbours by waking up their 3 young kids which he gave names like ‘firealarm’ and ‘mamamamamamama’

Well, what a way to wake up. We should have known better with the 2 big tents with german people belw us. Not much after 7 the 6 little firealarms went into their apparently usual habit of running around screaming. It made me think of Jochem Meyers’ neighbours.
THey were rather tiresome and I even shouted at them they should be quiet. They did so after someone else screamed at them as well.
But around 8:30 the car with the bread showed up and it beeped even closer than normal: it drove all the way up this time. So my mom could get bread this time, as I wanted to run out without having money with me at all.
We got our Pains and Croissants and even a Baguette – last one to be prepared for going to have lunch at the beach.
After we cleaned up and prepared everything for the beach we set off and I managed to get my sunblock on before completely disappearing in the waves. My mom followed shortly, if only to tell me that she had to get her sunscreen on as well.
So we were out with the boat and I could borrow my mom’s snorkeling set, my mom was behind the boat with her flippers, steering where she thought i had to go. Although I had said we should go to the side towards Propriano, as I had been there a few times already, she said she just found something close to the rock near Calvi, but a bit different. She had found it by following a solo swimming sea bream (silver with yellow horizontal stripes) and it brought her to a little rock covered with huge fish, and a few schools of little ones as well.
As she was on the back of the boat I was on top of with the snorkel and glasses, all she could hear were my ‘ooooh’s and ‘aaah’s whenever I saw something. But by the time we went back I had to say that the fish were bigger and a lot more numerous than on the east side of where i wanted to go to.
After that she went for a snooze and I went in the sea for another swim.
Sometimes the waves were big, but most of the time they were small, despite the weather being cloudy. It were most bigger ships on the sea that caused the waves by their speed.
A bit later, after our lunch with Marmelade de Myrthe, Tomme de Corse, Saucisson de Porc Corse and smome bacon-like thin cut sliced meat and a lot of our Sirop de Menthe and Siop d’Anis, we watched a ‘little’ motorboat coming into the natural harbor and the Zodiac-XL ship had issues getting it’s anchor out. While we were watching they had to make 3 turns to get it out – and then they finally found a safe landing spot. My mom swam over to the Zodiac and said that the 2 engines had a boost of 300 bhp, 150 each, same as our car. I don’t know what that exactly means, but it must be a lot, knowing our car.

After we had our lunch and break, I went in the water again and then I met again some friends from last year. They were English and I swam with them into the sea and back again. My mom then told me to be back at 16h which I thought was way too early. But by the time we got our shower done and the Cocq au Vin with noodles and salad on the table and ready, in between the wasps, it was already after 21h. And my mom was very mean by trying to teach me some french, again. I had finished 2.5 page but again, for every word I didn’t know she ate my M&M’s! So I practiced a bit more and even a bit more, while moaning.
We then went to the beach and instead of a session of watching stars she asked me something in french again which I couldn’t understand. It was the same as she had asked just before but I just couldn’t translate, never mind answer it. So by the time she had given all the hints, ‘what time is it’, she was on her way back to the camping and that got me really pissed off. But then, she asked me when I would listen. So I said “right now”. And then she asked me to repeat what I said. Numbers. All fine. Then she asked me a question. And I didn’t know what to answer. But then she said what I remembered of “repeating what she said” instead of thinking. I had to think yet another time about that…
So we got into the tent and I played a bit more of cards, to fall asleep not much later.