In the afternoon, I took my bike to our neighbor village, where Jody used to live. I love the road that connects our towns! One part of it runs through a wooded area, so there’s a green canopy overhead. Then it opens out into a big field with an old farmhouse. There were rolls of hay forming a line across the field. So beautiful! Anyway, I went to the town because they were hosting a festival against violence. There were a bunch of booths from different social organizations. There were two women playing really pretty songs on steel drums, so I watched them for a while, but there was this little boy who was screaming at his mother and hitting her. She ignored him for a while (even though he was disturbing everyone from hearing the music), then she totally started yelling at him. Hello, non-violence?
In the evening, Sarah and I went to small concert, with two acts. The first was a trio that played Spanish guitar music (which I love but it was lulling me to sleep) and the second was a “jazz fusion” group. It was a group of young adults playing really fun, unconventional songs with jazz instruments. They were all dressed up in old-fashioned clothes and costumes and would dance around and interact with each other while playing. It was really entertaining and woke me up after the soothing Spanish music.
Afterwards, Sarah and I went back to the gay nightclub with a big group of people. We talked and danced, then sat out on their fake beach (!) as the sun came up. I was mildly bored, but at the same time, happy to finally be in a discotheque in
. And there was sand and beach chairs! France
On Sunday, I went sailing (I sail!) with Aphrodite, who screamed at me the whole time. It was alright, though, because I was screaming right back at her. We were on a little lake and there was almost no wind, so my inability to sail wasn’t too much of a problem.
Today is a holiday here in
(lazy, lazy, lazy), but it’s a really funny holiday. You see, it’s the Pentecost, which has traditionally been a jour ferié. But a couple years ago, somebody decided that it was a dumb holiday and that everyone should have to work. In addition, they decided that everyone should have to work for free, and the money they would have earned for the day will be donated by their employer to…I don’t remember…old people or something. So it’s like social security, in a way. Not really. Anyhoo, not many people were pleased with this, but for the big companies like Airbus or the train company SNCF, they don’t have a choice. So half of France had the day off, and the other half (poor suckers) had to work. For free. The SNCF people were pissed about it, though, so they struck a bargain: they would work one extra minute for free, each day of the year in order to be able to have today off. Goofballs. An extra minute? Seriously, people? The library I was trying to go to had a sign in the window saying they would be closed today. Their solution for being forced to work for free? The typical French solution: la grève. France
Anyway, the kids didn’t have school, and I didn’t have French class, so Sarah and her little charge (5-year-old English boy) came over to play and swim. They came over once before, and Narcissus loved it. He didn’t want them to leave and kept going on about Sarah’s charge (let’s call him Joe). Today, Narcissus kept following Joe around. It was so sweet! But I’m not sure that Joe feels the same about Narcissus. I think he only likes Narcissus for his swimming pool and toys. Joe’s mother is a pacifist and doesn’t let him play any violent games, whereas Narcissus pretty much only plays violent games. He loves running around the house with a kitchen utensil as une arme, chasing invisible bad guys. [Sarah was saying “baddies” the other day instead of “bad guys” and I think that’s so cute! Baddies. How British!]
jour ferié: bank holiday, day off
la grève: strike
une arme: weapon