Sauveterre-de-Comminges (France)
This is not a country to live in, but one to visit. This realization is solidifying. But it is not set in stone. A week of adjustment lies behind me. It is and remains a difficult undertaking. Despite a good night's sleep, I am tired and exhausted most of the time. The illness that put me out of action in Berlin and with which I had to embark on the long journey has left its mark.
I sleep during the day, often lie down around midday and then after work in the afternoon. I fall asleep deeply and feel refreshed afterwards. Outside, we go shopping or I sit on the bench in front of the house. The courtyard is spacious and looks beautiful and well-kept after it has been cleared of leaves and a natural mess.
I still can't get used to the whole thing here. I don't feel 100% comfortable. The house is old, but it has been renovated and refurbished so that you can receive guests. And yet it still seems a bit spooky to me. It awakens old fears and robs me of the security I need to sleep peacefully, especially at night. I'm constantly worried that the walls will let something or someone through.
I need beauty. I find it in the mountains. Once on the first hike in Bausen, a small village on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees. But also on the second, climbing the Pic de l'Escalette. Two of the most beautiful experiences in a long time. The second one in particular was very intense and exhausting, pushing us to our physical limits but also enriching us emotionally. We'd love more of that.
Originally written in German. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
This is not a country to live in, but one to visit. This realization is solidifying. But it is not set in stone. A week of adjustment lies behind me. It is and remains a difficult undertaking. Despite a good night's sleep, I am tired and exhausted most of the time. The illness that put me out of action in Berlin and with which I had to embark on the long journey has left its mark.
I sleep during the day, often lie down around midday and then after work in the afternoon. I fall asleep deeply and feel refreshed afterwards. Outside, we go shopping or I sit on the bench in front of the house. The courtyard is spacious and looks beautiful and well-kept after it has been cleared of leaves and a natural mess.
I still can't get used to the whole thing here. I don't feel 100% comfortable. The house is old, but it has been renovated and refurbished so that you can receive guests. And yet it still seems a bit spooky to me. It awakens old fears and robs me of the security I need to sleep peacefully, especially at night. I'm constantly worried that the walls will let something or someone through.
I need beauty. I find it in the mountains. Once on the first hike in Bausen, a small village on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees. But also on the second, climbing the Pic de l'Escalette. Two of the most beautiful experiences in a long time. The second one in particular was very intense and exhausting, pushing us to our physical limits but also enriching us emotionally. We'd love more of that.
Originally written in German. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)