Hi again, unfortunately, I didn't make a post yesterday. The amount of learning now at the end of the semester is overwhelming on all sides so that there is no time to think about anything else. However, today I make up for it, especially I woke up this morning to be able to write this post. Do you know what? Today is the penultimate post already, how quickly it passed. The first memory was about moving to France, so I will make a compositional brace and I will finish the story on moving to Poland.
The decision to move out was unanimous to the whole family. My mother had a problem with settling in France for the entire four years (she was away from her parents, siblings, etc. and she did not know the language), I with my sister, we missed our grandparents left in Poland, I also missed my friends, for everything which was Polish, and my father agreed to our complaints and did not try to convince us to stay in France.
We have agreed that we want to finish this chapter in our life and that we want to come back to Poland. To this day I remember the truck that came to us for our belongings (my uncle worked in a logistics company and after consulting with his company he came to help us in moving). After loading everything from the house that fit into the truck, many things were still waiting to be taken with them. Fortunately, Dad puffed up all bears, toys from our rooms to our car (which I would do without a teddy bear named Sebastian haha). I do not remember leaving the house for the last time and the trip itself, because I was supposedly so torn between - let's stay in France, here my school and friends and let's go to Poland, to grandma, to friends and Polish shops.
However, I perfectly remember getting off the car, in Poland, at my grandma's house. My joy at that time was indescribable. And even though we were traveling for three years on vacation to France, to grandparents who stayed there, we have not stayed there for more than a month. I live in Poland and although in my soul I regret a little this return to Poland by taking myself the opportunity to learn in French schools, I don't regret so much, because in Poland too many good things have happened to me.
Hello to you ! I am sorry that I am adding this post so late, but learning to write and pass all the exams absorbs my time in 100% and my day becomes too short to make up for everything. That is why today's post will not be so long as usually is.
Today, I will tell you about the most beautiful French island I've ever been to - Île de Ré. This island was located 60 km from my place of residence, so as you can see I had a place to live in a great location - close to supermarkets, close to the Atlantic Ocean and close to Île de Ré. Many attractions to visit in the free time, that's is why we used this privilege with my parents as much as possible. But returning to the island, when I recall images in my memory from this place, the first thought is a long bridge connecting the French land and the island. My parents like long walks that's why our car was then on the side of France and their decision was to cross the bridge 3 km on our feet. This walk itself was exhausting, let alone visiting the island. What I remember from that time is the Atlantic Ocean on our right and left side, washing the breakwaters which protect the island. On the island, what I remember in my aesthetic soul are blue shutters, pink mallow and a lot of people, tourists. And the most important is leg pain. This island is very pretty and aesthetic, perfect for artistic souls. We spent the whole day walking and visiting this wonderful place.
Today, without writing a long time about this topic, briefly and succinctly - I recommend to you all to see Île de Ré, and at the end of this post I will give you one more picture of the island from a bird's eye view:
To the next Monday ! 😎
Hey everyone! Today it will be a bit shorter post than usual (I hope that again I won't write a story that it will bore you 😅). Today, I will tell you about a story that happened in the winter (I don't remember what year it was, but certainly still in France haha).
My parents went to work at 7:30 am, so unfortunately I had to go to the common room before school, it was nice there but since I have always been a sleepyhead, I'd rather sleep longer. That day, it was probably December already, the snow fell. Yes, it is an event of the year because in France, in the areas where I lived, it wasn't snowing, winter was cold when there were 3 Celsius degrees on the thermometer, and here it was suddenly bam! Snow on the street. For us, for Poles it's nothing new and as every day my parents drove me to the common room and they went to work. After an hour, there was time for lessons at school. It seemed strange that there were a lot less children in the school than usual, but after a while everything was clear - snow fell, many people stayed at home, did not go to work or children to school. A bit absurd, right? But it really was, the headmaster came out of school and said that the lessons would not take place through the snow and he would call our parents to pick us up. When my parents came for me, it turned out that they also had such a situation - the company was closed due to snow falling. I don't know if after 10 years the French got used to the occasional snow, but then we were all sent home, everyone took a photo of snow. It was strange for us, but you don't even realize how many cars stood in the middle of the road through the snow, 3 or 4 cars were in the ditch - I would only say that the road wasn't so slippery, if it was at all. It turned out, after talking with Jacqueline that when the snow falls in France, the French don't know what to do with their life, they can't cope with a white can on the street and it is at this time of year that most accidents happen.
Well, the French were stressed that day and we rested with the family at home. I said it would be shorter, I hope it's okay 😅
Today will be about my family trips to the Atlantic Ocean - yes, because there were a lot of them. Maybe I will start from the beginning - our town where we lived was super localized, because they were close to walking sticks, 20 km away with all supermarkets, all other churches and mosques in the other direction if someone had to pray, and in another direction we had 25 km to La Faute-sur-Mer, i.e. one of many towns that had access to the ocean. That's why Sunday trips to the beaches were the norm for us. Whether it was winter or spring or early summer when it was not raining and we wanted to start the car, we were going to the ocean. That is why in this way, for 4 years living in France, I visited a really large stretch of the Ocean (if I can call it that).
Usually it was a Sunday, then my mother fried sausages, she prepared bread to be able to eat in the form of a dinner on the beach already (in France for a long time no Sunday is not commercial - I mean I do not know how it is now, but those over 9 years back the stores were closed ) and my and my sister's task was to dress up in swimsuits, make all the toys for sand and all inflatable animals into the water, and my dad, hmm guy like a guy - make a car for the ride. We usually left around 10 am so as to be early and did not have to squeeze between crowds of people, so usually before 11 o'clock we were in place.
Usually it was a Sunday, then my mother fried sausages, she prepared bread to be able to eat in the form of a dinner on the beach already (in France for a long time no Sunday is not commercial - I mean I do not know how it is now, but those over 9 years back, on Sundays the stores were closed) and my and my sister's task was to dress up in swimsuits, make all the toys for sand and all inflatable animals into the water, and my dad, hmm guy like a guy - make a car for the ride. We usually left around 10 am so as to be early and did not have to squeeze between crowds of people, so usually before 11 o'clock we were in place. We always sat down by family at noon (usually we went to the beach with my grandparents and my uncle and his family because they also lived next to us in France) and we ate dinner prepared at home, and then until the evening we lay on the sand or bathing in the warm oceanic water.
One of the greatest memories from the period of riding to La Faute-sur-Mer is when I received an inflatable mattress from my grandparents on the occasion of my child's day. He was so shiny, green ... He was because my dad lent him and went to lie on him, only no one foresaw that his brother, my uncle will swim to him and throw him off the mattress for a joke ... The mattress in the blink of an eye disappeared from sight, and I did not even enjoy it.
Oh, I remember this time very well when we were going to the ocean, when I had a tan all the time, and not like now, I'm pale and I have to go 5 hours to the sea. I can not wait for the holidays and this sun and sea water, mmm. Surely you too 😄
