Currently lying in bed hating my previous self for not topping up the sun cream on my legs- I’ve got chorizo shins and I’m sticky from after sun. But I did have a pretty spectacular day and clearly have learnt a valuable lesson.
What makes it worse is that- despite being 19 and labelling myself as a “responsible adult”- my Mum warned me this would happen.
I hate it when parents are right.
This is a picture of the chateau we walked around today. Given French history of struggles between the rich and poor, I always wonder what the story behind buildings like this are. Who lived there, when and what is their story. I think I read too many books, but I always imagine what could have been.
Sometimes imagination is far more fun than reality. And often less sinister.