up to the country for a weekend with my motley family- my french maman and petit frère, and my dee. from the bustling bordeaux to a little baby town of 100 people. portet.
we were greeted by jacques and catherine, vic’s parents. catherine was a super hippie. kinda what i figure i might be when i get past 55. she had her healing crystals and ate only organic and had a giant vegetable garden and six donkeys that didn’t do anything, but were the most good-natured donkeys i’ve ever met. jacques loved to make guttural noises- a true frenchman- and bonded over boyscouts with my dee.
their house was an absolute dream. it was what i picture the house of anthropology professors looking like. traveling the world in search of all things bright.
but they were not anthro professors. they were artists. each room had either giant skittles-colored paintings, or african percussion instruments. japanese kites and queen amadela like statues.
it was really funny because dee was wearing a mt. shasta tee (his favorite, he literally wears it everyday) and catherine said MT. SHASTA! oh i know mt. shasta. and proceeded to take out her books on lemurians, the magical fairies that live in mt. shasta. it was quite a coincidence.
and of course, she had never been there.
the next day, we toured the neighbors’ house. it was super gaudy, very natural history museum. stuffed animals and shit. it was funny because the old countess (i dunno if she was, but she really seemed like it) had another house in san francisco.
after the tour, we took a daytrip out to lourdes and pau. lourdes is strange. bernadette saw the virgin mary there a buncha times, and since then, it’s attracted the sick and the sad from all over the world. the water is supposedly magical. there are spigots right outside the grotto so visitors can fill their virgin mary water bottles or giant gallon jugs.
dee soaked his scalp in it, saying, “maybe tomorrow i’ll wake up with hair.”
maybe dee.
and pau. well i’m just glad i went there because of my pau home in la. i went to his city.
