Sylvan
Our first stop was the bustling market in Anglet, where we leisurely strolled around, captivated by the vibrant displays of fresh food. The colorful array of fruits, vegetables, and other treats was a feast for the eyes. Even the prepared food looked incredibly tempting.
We contacted a rental in Anglet and came across a charming little Basque house. Although it may not have been perfect in terms of our ideal home, we were impressed by the neighborhood it was nestled in. The surroundings had a wonderful ambiance, adding to the appeal of the area. I have feeling we will be like Goldilocks!!! This one is too run down. The next one …
For lunch, we made our way to Hendaye, the closest spot to Spain. We savored a seafood meal. The blend of Spanish and French influences created a unique experience that added to our day. We had an appointment to check out a beachfront property. The house amazed us with its abundance of rooms and various accessways. However, we couldn't ignore the fact that the town itself was not ideal, primarily due to the frequent planes flying overhead, disrupting the tranquility of the surroundings. At least, that’s how I felt. Ask Gabe about my snarky remark. The one I will never live down. Haha!
We found ourselves back in Biarritz for dinner, eagerly searching for "my people," who I believed would be in their 60s. We settled at Le Bistrot des Halles Restaurant, a small establishment where the owner was a one-man show. It was truly impressive to witness his multitasking skills, as he effortlessly managed everything without breaking a sweat.
This was the moment when we encountered Sylvan, the French guy with a fascinating background of living in Tahiti and now back in France. As we engaged in conversation, Sylvan wasted no time in declaring his love for Trump and expressing his less-than-flattering opinion of Macron. We were taken aback, trapped in an unexpected political discourse. Feeling a mix of nervousness and unease, I sought solace in the Basque plum liquor. However, my anxiety got the best of me, and I ended up overindulging, leading to a regrettable encounter with the porcelain god throughout the night.
In hindsight, our encounter with Sylvan may have been a memorable yet cautionary tale. It served as a reminder to tread lightly when engaging in sensitive topics, especially with strangers. Nonetheless, the night at the small restaurant provided a unique experience, with its skilled owner, liquor consumption, and the unexpected political debate that left us both bewildered and reaching for the aspirin the next morning.
