Hello world! I've decided to blog about my Christmas holiday in France.
Ok so this is Day 1. Well, technically it's day 2 since I arrived last night, but that's not the point.
Before I go onto describing my time spent in France, I should explain my situation a bit.
Ok so the whole of my mother's side of the family is from France. They ALL live in France. I do not have any relatives living in England who are from my mother's side of the family. Ok. So I usually go to visit them every year.
Yesterday my mum dropped me and my younger brother (Anthony - 12 years old) at Gatwich and she took us all the way to the metal detector thingys. It was an emotional separation (bear in mind we're coming back in 10 days). My mother waving frantically as my brother walked on with a blank mind without even looking back. How nice of him. =_=' Whereas I on the other hand was a bit more caring and showed her my love and I waved back, less frantically.
I was already asleep 5 minutes after lift off. The first half of my sleep was rather peaceful, with just a few interuptions due to my blanket (scarf) sliding off my knees. But then, all of a sudden, there was this funky wiff lingering around me that was pricking at my sweet sleep. It was a rather foul smell I must say. Around 10 minutes before landing, I decided to wake up. It was a bit hard to carry on sleeping with this really really really bad smell around me. As I opened my eyes, I tried to navigate where this "eau de toilette" (quite literally) was coming from. The source was... my brother's mouth. O________O During the filght (half way through to be precise), he ate a packet of cheese and onion crisps and boy they made this packet strong! But that's not all. He decided to cling onto my arm and rest a bit. With his mouth open. Yipee.
Anyway that was it for my flight. My aunt picked us up at the airport in Toulouse. Drove straight to Carcassonne. Put up the Christmas tree (it's the third one, I had to put one up in my mum's house and also my dad's house). Chatted for an hour or so. Then everyone was off to bed.
Ok! So today. Woke up at around 11:30 and got myself prepared to go out to a family reunion at a supermarket's restaurant. There is nothing wrong with restuarants in supermarkets. They are just as nice as any other normal average restuarant. My only complaint is that I've been to the same one waaaaay too many times.
I had a chance to catch up with my younger cousins. Well only one of them is close enough to the age of relating to my experiences. And of course, being girls, the first thing we want to know is the progress of each other's love life during the time we haven't seen each other. So I was a bit shocked to hear about her love life. She's had around 10 boyfriends. She's 14 and she had her first at 12. Am I the only one taken aback?? O_O Comparing her to me, who has only had two past relationships and one current (and future) relationship. I'm 17. I had my first boyfriend just before my 15th birthday. Kids these days seem to be advancing quicker. But hmm I wonder if some of her "relationships" would even be acknowledged in the big "world of love". She told me one lasted a day.... well. And with one guy it was on and off about 7 times in 5 weeks. She hasn't truely experienced love properly yet, so I guess it's good for her to have a bit of fun (not in that sense, she's a good girl... and I asked just to check. You never know, can't really trust kids these days haha) without getting hurt. Nonetheless, it's interesting to hear her opinions of love. I'll just wait until she truely experiences it. ^-^
After spending a good few hours in the resuarant we had to go for a quick shop. This was the worst food shopping experience of my life. 11 people of the same family, one trolley in a supermarket. Oh no. Everyone was talking, laughing, screaming at each other. I couldn't understand what was going on. We were getting a few bits and pieces for my brother and I during our stay. So we (my brother and I) are currently staying in our great grand-mother's appartment. She's 90 and lives with my uncle and aunt. Now, she witnessed the world war II and is always scared of starving from lack of food. She enjoys making provisions. The day after you go shopping, she opens the full fridge, spots a small gap between the food, yells the house down saying we need to go shopping or else we'll rot to our bones and eventually die. T_T You're not serious. So back to the main story, she's there in the supermarket preparing her stocks. I'm yelling to the other side of the aisle to my aunt asking her if we already have some of the stuff that my gran-nan is stuffing into the trolley. Meanwhile, my aunt is talking to my other aunt who is wrestling her youngest kid. Oh wow. What a familly I have. :D I got so frustrated in the end that I just left my gran-nan to do what she wanted.
At home putting away all the shopping was a nightmare. It's a tiny appartment with no space for 10 fridges worth of food. My uncle and aunt left to go back to Toulouse and will be coming back Thursday. I am in charge of babysitting my brother and my gran-nan. T_T Great. Now I don't mean anything bad by that, I mean I love them both very much but it's just frustrating for me. Partly because of my past (that'll be a story for another time), but mostly because my brother is going through puberty (such a brat right now) and my gran-nan is old and losing her memory and keeps repeating everything and asking me the same question every 5 minutes.
UWAH! I almost forgot to mention my greatest discovery of all time!! While I was in the mini newsagents in the supermarket (it seems that you can find every thing in supermarkets here..) I found the greatest magazine on the planet.
Oh yes! The best of the best! Now lucky for me that this is volume 1. I asked my cousin to buy the rest of the volumes when they come out for me and I'll pay her back. I will do what I need to do in order to get my hands on this collection!
Well good luck to me and I'll blog again tomorrow. Good night all!~
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