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What our dear Bo is up to this week? You can read about it here!
From the moment my suitcase came out, Blue's bead eyes started to droop. He probably doesn't know exactly what's about to happen, but he knows that these brown creatures mean ‘not-fun-for-Blue’. Especially not when they are filled to the brim and ready to be rolled outside. In protest, he sits by the door. My heart breaks. I try to tell him that I really will come back, but his bead eyes remain in a sad state. Even a dog biscuit doesn't make his tail wag. I sigh, pet his curly little head one more time, and tell myself that our woolly child is in good hands. My little curly man stays with my big blonde man. And me? I'm going to enjoy a lovely vacation with my dear friends in South France. There, and now I'm off.
About eight hours of flying, flipping through silly magazines at JFK, and nibbling on a Shake Shack hamburger, I land in Nice. I'm picked up by a car and taken straight to the village of the pink houses. I jump in the shower, put on my bikini, and sail along the South French coast with my dearest friends. And to be honest, it's all so worth it.
Oh my, this is enjoying. The first bottle of wine is a fact and is followed by many more. While bobbing around, we watch the sun set. We quickly sail back home, and as the sky turns pink, we drink even more wine. Because yes, that's how it should be on vacation in France.
Good morning! Waking up with a fresh cappuccino on the pink balcony overlooking the sea. And the fact that I've only slept a few hours due to my jet lag doesn't bother me at all, because napping on the back deck is the best thing there is.
La Guerite! This hidden paradise can only be reached by boat. Sounds very chic and it is a bit, but as soon as everyone has finished their first course (including glasses of rosé), the whole restaurant is on the tables, glasses of wine are exchanged for strawberry vodka shots, and even the elderly present almost break the place down.
The art of doing nothing...
On the agenda today: Saint-Tropez. A short hour of sailing, so a short hour to sunbathe on the back deck while jazz sounds echo through the speakers and Captain Dex is at the helm.
A pit stop in the old town of Saint-Tropez. We quickly make a round. Of course, my friend Mies has to take photos of me for the Dior garden, but then we quickly leave again. We're not here to admire this town (which has been done far too often), because lunch and a gigantic party on the beach are waiting for us....
And it was a party. Quickly having lunch while we take in the sights. Nikki Beach is always filled with very extroverted types, almost all of whom have plumped lips and chests. And these types also happily spray hundreds of euros worth of champagne. And after lunch, we sit there among them. Without plumped lips and chests, but with champagne. But we drink it properly, leading (see photos) to ultimate happy snapshots and a gigantic party in our own domain of sunbeds.
Until the sun sets, we bounce around Nikki Beach like unruly teenagers, take a hundred thousand photos, and then it's time to sail back. And again, the sky is cotton candy pink. What a picture...
Belles Rives! The location of my last lunch. Although ‘last’ sounds a bit dramatic, to be honest, it does feel a bit like that. Of course, I can't wait to be home again. But this vacation couldn't have lasted long enough. By the way, this place is really a recommendation.
Time to say goodbye to my dearest friends. Only laughed (now and then falling over from the rosé, denting a car, and consuming a record amount of wine and food) with these two. Oh, and a record number of photos. My iPhoto counts 4000+ files in the folder ‘La Douce France 2016’... But that's always a good sign.
On y va! And so you're taking photos of your passport against a pink sunset at Nice Airport.
Hello New York! After two days of being in the I-don't-want-to-check-my-email mood, I finally moved to Joe & The Juice to answer all those emails AND of course gather these photos for you! Until next week! Love!
