I was young. I got my backpack, took the flight, went to North of the France for a camp. I was speaking a little French, I was not speaking properly. First day, I missed everyone, my family, friends, bf. Then, I got used to be away. I visited small villages, I had baguette, I drank sangria. It was the first time I got drunk in my life. I was speaking only English and French. It rained a lot. It was cold, but it was fun. I got sick but I laughed a lot.
I met with people from France, Spain, Korea, Czech Republic, Germany, USA.. I met with local people. I helped to restorate a church. Amazing memories. Now I don’t know what they do and where they are. Probably they are happy to meet with me too.
So France is so special for me. France means freedom, nature, roads, trekking, sharing food, getting drunk, wine, so much wine, friendship, missing someone.
It has been a long time. I moved to Toronto. I don’t feel the same. Toronto doesn’t make me feel free.
Let’s go to France, let’s go to small villages. Let’a go to Rozoy sur Serre.