Vivre à la toulousaine
- Jul 19, 2016
- 2 min read
So I arrived in Slovenia a couple of days ago after visiting Fiona in Toulouse and then road-tripping with Samo and his friend Peter from Nice, through Italy to Ljubljana where I am now, spending a few days at Samo’s house.
Essentially a lot has happened since my arrival in Toulouse, I have lots of stories to tell and things have kind of been crazy since then, so let’s go, shall we.
So first off, I left my friend Filipa at the airport in Barcelona on Friday, July 8th, and I headed off to visit Fiona in Toulouse. The plan was to stay in Toulouse until the following Monday and then head to Marseille to meet Samo and begin our road trip, however Samo and his friend were really slow at leaving and it turned out that they were only ready on Thursday, which is when we met in Nice.
And yes, I was in Nice for the attacks on the Promenade des Anglais, I will talk about that later.
Anyways, so I arrived in Toulouse and spent six days with Fiona and her family, and I truly truly cannot thank them enough for the hospitality, especially since I had to extend my stay there for three days. I actually managed to even be there for her birthday because of that, so it’s not that bad.
So Fiona gave me a good tour of Toulouse while I was there, and it’s actually the fourth biggest city in France, counting about one million people, and they have an efficient metro system and everything, it was pretty cool.
The city, of course, is very old and historic, and quite charming I might add.
And interesting fact behind these next photos, ‘des murs à la Toulousaine’, essentially Toulouse-style walls made up of brick and stones, since they didn’t have enough bricks in the city.
Anyways, the time we spent not visiting we spent relaxing at Fiona’s house or by the pool at her aunt’s house or whatnot, anyways it was a really good time!
Actually, I kind of promised to mention this, Fiona and I played a one-on-one game of water polo against each other and she beat me 15-6. Bravo Fiona, tu m’as battu…
Oh, and we watched the Portugal-France game, in France, and I was the only one cheering on Portugal and everyone was pissed at me when Portugal won. Hehehe. Força Portugal.
So, finally, on the Thursday, the 14th of July, on the day of the biggest French national holiday, Jour de la Bastille, I took off for Nice…
And I explained the entire story HERE.
The day following the Nice attacks, however, life goes on, doesn’t it? We can’t get hung up over it forever, and so we had to move on and keep going with our road trip. We decided to stop in Monaco for a few hours before moving on to Genova and spending the night there.
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