I miss her terribly. I just came back from Sardinia yesterday night and I already feel like I've left there a year ago. Its really sad to part from friends, especially those you've come to know so well. I don't really have the time to publish my diary that I kept there during the one month I was in Sardinia, but I'll give a quick wrap up of how things were like. I left on the 30th of July to Sardinia from Roissy Charles de Gaulle airport, from a terminal designed for low-cost no frills airlines. I jumped onto an airplane that had a green frog's face at the tail, and nothing more, so I guess it was truly low cost. Anyhow, I arrived within 2 hours on the island of Sardinia, just south of Corsica in the Mediterranean. The hotel was a Club-Med turned into a Aeroviaggi Club hotel, and had tons of amenities ranging from tennis to archery. The Friday I arrived I did little, but on Saturday I went for a swim and came across a group of kids who invited me to join the 'Club Ado'. Once united with all the rest of the kids we formed a group of about 20, and for the rest of the week we played soccer, volleyball, ping-pong, and canoed together, and had lunch and dinner. There were about 3 Italians in the group too, and I talked little with them at first. But as the week went on I began to socialise more, and even though I had to get back to my ocean-view room at 10 o clock, I had a lot of fun talking with them. I was even able to talk a bit with the Italians, which was really cool too. On the Tuesday after I arrived we also went on a small hike past the hills that sheltered the Club, and we had fun swimming and jumping off rocks into the ocean. Most of the kids left on Friday, since the hotel operated on a Friday-come, Friday-leave basis, especially since most people arrived as part of a vacation package. It was terrible to see them all go, but those who remained assured me that more kids would arrive and it would be useless to dote on the past.

And so the weeks melted by, although the second and the third weeks were rather uneventful. The kids I came to know were cool and nice, but being me I couldn't help but notice they drank and smoked a lot. (Except for a few, including Line, a Syrian girl who lives not even ten minutes from my home, who also spoke really good English, and who was all to nice, even with her sad eyes.) The fourth week was by far the best, because I came to know a girl named Séverine, who was formerly a close friend of a guy who had left the Friday before. Naturally I was disinclined to make any sort of move, so I came to consider her as a just a good friend. I guess I was mistaken, for I have never met anyone quite as friendly and wonderful. I hadn't met her too much the week before, mainly because she preferred to stay with the guy who had left, but on Monday (this past Monday), after a bout of ping-pong, she came to the Club and we talked a bit, and suddenly she asks if I'd like to go canoeing or windsurfing the next day. I was more than happy to oblige, and we do exactly that the next morning at the beach. We talk a bit more, and I find out she's really sportive too (and plays Magic the Gathering). (She swims at a club and plays just about any sport really well, kudos to her father, who is a sports teacher) We have lunch together (just the two of us.. =) get a bit more friendlier, and participate in an archery competition in the afternoon. (She wins, naturally). We decide the next day we ought to do more stuff together. On Wednesday morning we participate in a canoe race and we promptly win. In the afternoon we do a bit of petanque, a French game, as well as a bit of tennis (I'm so terrible I'd give Kournikova a heart attack and bring Hingis to tears), and have dinner together. Obviously there were other things, but I guess I better leave those details to be filled in once my Sardinia Chronicles gets published (soon enough). I also wrote a short story while I was there, which I'll leave ya'll to look forward to (as if there is anyone who does, eh?)Anyways, such is the reason why I'm a bit despondent lately. She doesn't live in Paris, so there's little chance I can meet her, but we'll still keep in touch through MSN. Luckily for that, really. She's exactly the type of person I'd do anything to marry, but I won't dare mention that anywhere else than here. I'll never know what she thought of me, but then again its hard to imagine anyone would do all that just to be kind unless there was some other motive. But saying that all I'll remember of Sardinia would be her would do injustice to the countless other friends I made during the month I stayed there. Obviously there were many I didn't get along well with, as well as some I never talked to, and others I just thought were plain annoying, but it was all memorable nontheless. Its just a pity I couldn't go to the disco at night. A lot of socialising goes on at night, but then again with my style it might have hardly made a difference if I went or not.

Written on Saturday, August 28 at 6:35 PM