MOULES ET FRITES!
When I think of France, there are three things that come to my mind instantly. Endless beachbreaks,red wine and croissants. So for a surfer it is a dream destination if you just want to have a relaxing holiday with some fun beachbreaks. The cuisine is wonderful, the people a bit uptight because its their summer holidays and there are just way too many people in the south of france, the wine is very good and very cheap. You can bronze your breasts if you feel like it, and you can literally sit on the beach in total blazing sunlight from 7 am til 10 pm. I like to call it heaven wrapped up in a big baguette.
Every year I tend to rent a different house somewhere along the hossegor/ seignosse coastline and this year my house fell one roundabout from the infamous Rockfood and restaurants in the surrounding area. Basically walking distance from the crazy nights
france has to offer. But wait I was in france for a world championship event so it was business first. After two days of long travel I landed in France, I couldn’t wait to take advantage of the good waves and long days. I’ve had as many as 5 surfs in one day in
france. In Hawaii we just don’t have that kind of daylight.
This year I rented a house with Amee Donohoe and Sam Cornish, two very well established and focused veterans. They’re both pretty underground as they don’t have major clothing industry sponsor, but they both sit respectively in world number 4 and 5. Not bad for a couple of chicks from New south wales with no major sponsor but have major world title aspirations. They are the real deal and put a lot into training, surfing, and mental focus. No groms at all! , oh wait there was Nikita robb, she stayed around for a few weeks after Portugal to watch a bit of WCT action and do the European Junior Competition prior to
Our event. Nikita is a very talented young surfer out of south Africa and has a lethal backhand. I had never stayed with either Amee and Sam and was excited to see the way they traveled, cooked, cleaned, and
I always love the morning routine. I’m fascinated by seeing how everyone wakes up. Do they go straight to the coffee maker? Do they eat first? Yoga anyone? Straight in the line up for a surf? But nope these girls were sleepers, and france makes you sleep in like no other place. They have these amazing things called shutters, that pretty much seal up all of the light that may have made your body clock wake up. I am a 6:30 am straight to the coffee machine riser, but in france Im not gonna lie I was rising at 10:00 am.
Our house was kinda creepy, it had this really cheesy 1970’s décor, and a shower with 20 shower heads and kind of made you wonder who owned the joint. But it was france and it didn’t smell too bad. Most of the houses you rent in this part of france are locked up all year and when summer comes around they rent them out. So we got lucky our houses wasn’t too bad and it had a few rooms, and a decent kitchen.
Now that the euro is so high, you gotta watch burning holes in t he old pocket because it can get very expensive buying three meals a day.
The first couple days in france were spent at the beach. Surfing, tanning, eating fresh fruit all day, and trying to figure the contest bank out. Each day a whole group of us would get together and layout and surf. It’s pretty fun, it makes you feel like a grommet again just hanging on the beach all day long and surfing. I went to the markets the first day I was there and bought amazing peaches, strawberries, and cheese. I would bring that down with a baguette and be satisfied. At the end of the day we would go to a local restaurant and order the house red for about 4 euros and just talk story. Some of the girls would order moules and frites. Which is probably the most famous meal in that part of france. It means mussels and fries. You can order in ala plancha(grilled) a la
crème( cream style) or a bunch of other ways I forgot. I’m very allergic to shellfish so I would just watch everyone eat moules et frites while I usually ate pizza. I love the pizza in france! Its quite thin crusted almost like a tortilla. And the veggies they put are real lean, so is the meat. Its not like in America where you put salami, and sausage. Its more like ham, artichokes, eggplant, chicken, even tuna fish. Can you believe that, tuna fish on a pizza?
The event started, and finished. As many of you have already read who won and what happened. Im not writing about that, I’m writing about what it’s like to live, win, lose, and how the tour really feels from my perspective. So I will tell you I got my first 17th and it sucked! I was pretty pissed off and wanted to blow some steam off so a bunch of us gals who lost decided to get our dancing shoes on and feel like winners anyways! We went out to the local hang out spot and the owner of Rockfood , Roland gave us anything we wanted and we got to have a whole bunch of laughs. It always makes you feel better when you lose. Well it looked like I was going to have an entire week off before I went to brazil! Yippee! So looks like I get to sightsee, surf, and train for another round of competition. I usually need a few days to dust a loss of and recap the event and get ready for the next one.
We had a couple of bbq’s Hawaiian and aussie style mixed with a bit of French flare. All the fruits and vegetables are so fresh so you can make up these massive meals and feel so good at the end of them because they are just so fresh.
I went to Biarritz with a few of the girls and took a walking tour around the city. We had coffees on the boardwalk, took cheesy tourist photos, ate frites, and watched this old basque man cook up the meanest paella. It looked insane! It is a basque dish that consists of rice, seafood, vegetables, and chicken! It would be so yummy if I could eat it. And of course we topped it off with amazing gelato. It kind of seems like all we do is indulge on this world tour. No wait not true, there is lots of surfing and training going down. But when your in one of the most beautiful cities on the beach in the world you have to immerse yourself in the culture and go all out. Our French friend amandine sanchez took us down into the harbor to just have a drink and enjoy the scenery. It was so beautiful! Then before we left we decided to take a whole bunch of I love myself photos I call them.
Where we all hold the camera and take photos of ourselves or each other. Back to Hossegor for more surfing and the old, I gotta pack and move on to the next town!!
I surfed the day before I flew out and managed to stab myself in the hand. Luckily Jessie miley dyer was right ther and she took me to the hospital in bayonne. But what I have to tell you is that, Jessie didn’t know how to drive a manual, and bayonne is a big city 20 minutes away! It was the funniest drive ever. She was absolutely hilarious! Stalling here, there, everywhere. Burning the clutch out. She didn’t want to stop at red lights. But I gotta give her credit, I was bleeding all over and she kept her cool. And she made me laugh the whole time so I forgot about my hand a bit. She also remembered to bring red bull to the hospital in her purse in case I passed out she said. Is that not the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. At one point I was in the waiting room so irritated knowing I only needed a couple stitches and had to sit there for hours, she looked at me and said “ it’s ok, I have red bull” geeze! Only J middy diddy.
So to end it france was amazing for food, laughs, sunbaking, surfing, and wine. Oh and dancing. But france wasn’t amazing for a contest result. But hey you take it all with a grain of salt and pinch yourself at the end of the day and remember , I’m in the south of france where I can surf nude if I want to. Haha! Just kidding.
Well we survived that only to get on board air france flight 442 to
Rio!!!!!!