So this is it…the last recap of life in full “lockdown.” Unless of course it gets reinstated, but I’m not going to let myself go there right now. Week eight of confinement in Normandy flew by. Eight full weeks. I never thought it would last that long, and yet I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that our time here has come to an end.
We spent week eight doing all of our favorite things here: walking with Dalton, eating fresh seafood, trying new recipes, sitting by the beach, and exploring.
Romain and I both were a little burned out without realizing it after week seven. The cooking and cleaning and dishes and projects in the garden were just getting to be too much. Since we knew we were going back to Paris soon, we took this last week to slow down the pace.
We fully embraced leftovers and ate the same thing four times this week instead of trying to get too creative in the kitchen. We cleaned out the refrigerator and got pizza to-go again. Less cooking and cleaning gave us more time to do the things we love.
I’ll remember this week most for the time we spent next to the water. We took a walk in Granville around the old part of town and the Pointe du Roc. The color of the water mimicked the bright blue sky.
In Carolles there’s a spot on a rock where we like to sit and listen to the waves crash. It’s especially fun to pack a little cooler and bring margaritas. I could sit there for hours, and we did just that last week. There is nothing more relaxing and calming to me than being by the water.
We bought a bottle of champagne at the beginning of confinement to save for the last night before the déconfinement. Last night we toasted week eight and our time in confinement in Normandy next to the fire. It’s a bit of a cliché, but this time has been the biggest gift and reminder of what’s really important and what’s not.
While this chapter is closed for now, I have a feeling it’ll be one I revisit frequently.
To read more from my Confinement in Normandy series, click here.