“When we last saw our superhero…”
The past few days whizzed by so quickly that I can hardly believe that it’s Sunday today. When I started this post on Friday night I dreaded having to get up from the sofa to go to bed. To go anywhere in fact. My entire body felt like a blob of goo, completely without structure. Just there. It was that kind of week.
Let’s go back to Tuesday. D and I picked up our rental car — an Opel Zafira (isn’t that a worthy name for two superheroes?) — from the rental agency on Tuesday afternoon. Ikea shopping list in hand, off we went to Toulon. The drive was uneventful and we arrived there pretty much as per our schedule. Then the fun started. I’m serious. We headed to the libre service area where the large furniture items are located. With our carts at the ready I directed D to the first item: aisle 1, place 1. Check. On and on it went and 30 minutes later we were done. We headed to the check out lanes and the mother-daughter pair that we beat to the shortest line were not happy to come in second. Yeah, well, perhaps they should have worn their superhero capes too!
After loading our Zafira D and I made the trek back to Nice. We had packed dinner for the drive and we scarfed this down before arriving at the apartment. It took us a few trips on the elevator to get everything upstairs to the apartment. That’s when the real work started.
I have to tell you that I was cursing Ikea by 1 am the next morning. The apartment was hot as we had to close the windows to prevent the hammering sounds from carrying throughout the building. I was sick and tired of Ikea and their little wooden dowels and silly wordless drawings. (Note: I love Ikea but wasn’t giving them any love after putting together 3 bookcases!)
We stopped work around 2 am mainly because we couldn’t continue hammering dowels in the middle of the night. Construction resumed 5 hours later on Wednesday morning. Tired, irritable (I was the irritable one), and hungry, we had everything put together and books, clothes, and knick-knacks finally found a home. Of course, the trip to Ikea meant more boxes so D made two quick trips to the décheterie (dump) et voilà, instant organization!
We arrived at the airport on time (read: a couple of minutes late) to meet K. I was so happy to see him. I didn’t realize how emotional it would be to meet him at the airport. (Yes, I’m a softie.) Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were busy days. We dined at Cours Saleya; we went to Cagnes and Cannes; we took a walk around Monaco and ogled the yachts in the port; we sat on the beach; we chatted, we drank, and we were merry. A good time was had by all!
After leaving K at the airport we raced back to town to 1) put gas in the car and 2) drop off the car. As the rental agency is close to the Promenade des Anglais we decided to hit the beach too. I didn’t venture in but D said the water was warm (it was 26 degrees) with lots of strong waves.
We also attracted a beach tennis match and a family of beach bozos too. Oh, you know the type. They’re the people who, no matter how much space there is on the beach, sit right next to you or right in front of you. And I mean right there. So close, in fact, that they could be part of your group. Yup, we had one family do exactly that. They sat down, all 5 of them, almost on top of D’s beach mat. The father of the group then proceeded to change from his shorts to his banana hammock swimsuit. He barely had a grasp of his towel as he made the change and I (and the two daughters) were witness to his ‘boy parts” bobbing in the breeze. They say sharing is caring; that was just too much caring for me.
The beach tennis happened just before the bozos showed up. Two guys decided to play right in front of me. It didn’t matter that there was about 20 metres of empty beach behind me. Oh no, they had to play in front, by the sea, where everyone could see them. Yup. They were pros.
But now it’s Sunday and things at home are starting to settle down. As usual, we had our brekkie on the terrace. There we sat with our mugs of coffee, a baguette, and la mamie’s jam…and our pistols. It’s like the wild, wild west here. Okay, they’re water pistols but we’re having fun gunning down the pigeons brave enough to venture our way. There are two brave/silly pigeons who think we’re joking and they get it straight in the eye. D is the Butch Cassidy to my Sundance Kid. We may upgrade to a pump-action water gun…
D and I spoke with les parents last night and it was only then that I realized that we leave on Friday. We’ll be away for 4 weeks! We head to Coustellet on Friday and I leave for Toronto on Tuesday. D arrives in Toronto on Friday and it will be a race to the finish line altar!
It’ll be nice to be in Toronto again and to see my family and friends, but I’m already looking forward to coming back home to Nice.