Hossegor

It's no secret that I adore France. I am not sure I can describe why completely, but when we cross that little border, I feel so good, so happy and so at peace. It's like the French are so cool, calm and chic, even nice. When they speak it's like music to my ears, such a simply sweet sound. Everything seems natural, from the food to the merchandise sold in the little shops - like everything is crafted with care to be pretty and pleasing to every sense. The atmosphere of the smaller cities - clean and friendly and charming in every way. It's like the little colorful villages smile on visitors, and invite you to enjoy the cool, relaxing lifestyle.

We went to Hossogor, a little French beach village, famous for having the best surf in all of Europe. The small town consisted of literally 2 short main intersecting streets, lined with all the famous surf shops plus smaller beach boutiques, bakeries, and sandwicherias and 1 street that lead to the beach. The hot sun showered the beach, packed full of French sunbathers and surfers. Ice cream shops selling special soft serve ice cream that claims to be Italian, sweet-smelling waffles and traditional French creps with chocolate, lined the mile-long boardwalk. We arrived to Hossogor by 2 different trains and a bus that remained stuck behind an oil truck moving slower that it would have been to walk, the whole winding way there. After picking up egg sandwiches on the best bread known to man, we sat in the sun for hours. Sean had to coax me into the water like a small child because I was afraid of the waves. Of course once I got the courage to go in, after standing on the shore for about an hour, I got pummeled by a wave and ended up covered from head to toe in wet sand. That was it for me, and I remained on the safe, hot sand, while Sean body surfed until it was time to catch our bus back. I couldn't resist a fresh cool vanilla, chocolate ice cream, while waiting for the bus on the wrong side of the road. Luckily we got to the correct bus stop in time for the last bus of the day to take us to the station, after some friendly French people used sign language to tell us where to go. We had a fantastic day and Hossogor is just another reason for me to love France.