World Trip

Healing in St. Raphael

June 6, 2005

Once again, the mission of the day was to pay bills and contact people. We went into town again and did not bother with finding wireless access and swallowed the price of an Internet cafe. Afterwards, we headed to another sandy beach and just relaxed.

Again we caught the latest bus back to camp and again had the same general dinner. It is still not getting old. I am afraid it won't even when I leave France and I will be permanently addicted to fresh bread and good cheese.

Today would have been a great day to climb the mountain to see the sunset, but my ankle was not ready for this yet.

Speaking of ankles, the thing that is not bothering me most right now is not the pain from the sprain, but the mosquito bites. You see, even though the Cote d'Azure is almost heaven on earth for people, it is the same for mosquitoes. They don't hang out on the beaches, but where there is forest, there they are. As soon as the sun starts setting, they start feasting. Just like I am enjoying various foods from around the world, so are they. That night, they were eating Polish and Belgian. To make matters worse, they went for the part of my body that had the warmest blood in it, namely my hurt and swollen ankle. The ants don't help matters either, and unlike the mosquitoes, they can get into tighter places. I got bit where I don't wish to describe.

At night, we went to the beach again, and just hung out with Kimo and Ella. She went back early and Kimo and I stayed up late into the night having drunk philosophical conversations.