Hump day YAY!!
In early September, I was lucky enough to move my little brother in his new flat, where he would start off university. We took the car, both of us and the rest of his stuff, and drove all the way down to Bidart, a good 5hours from where we live.
Bidart is in that beautiful surfing region, area code starting in 64, region that we name: le pays basque. As sad as I was to let my last brother go, after years sharing our home, watching movies and picking ridiculous little fights, I was very happy with that short week end, and I did not have any worry the day I left him in the rugby territory of france.
Bidart is a small village, very basque, counting no less than 3 frontons! A fronton is the name they give the field for that very tipycal basque sport: la pelote basque. I know what it looks like but I’ve never actually seen anyone play that game, I think that would be an experience and I hope I will have the opportunity while he is down there to see a game.
It is a surfing coast as I said, very dramatic landscape, very green with a lot of gorgeous beaches and huge houses.
If you have a chance to go down there, remember to try a gateau basque, the traditonal cherry cake from the local boulangerie.
That was a lot of Frenchness for one day, I hope I made it interesting enough!