Camping de la Plage

La Foret-Fouesnant is a small town that's main commerce is it's small craft harbor, beaches, & campgrounds. We were dropped off at the best campground by Dan, a French teacher from New England, who grew up in the area. A really nice guy, he even gave us his number in case we need his help, and told us that if he didn't already have guests that he would've let us stay at his place on the beach in Conceneau.

The campground that he left us at is way better that I had ever dreamed it might be. Our site, #7 for the record, is about 50 yards from the beach and about 100 yards from the water.

Each of the last two days I've been swimming in the niche water, baking on the sandy beaches, and admiring the beautiful women.

Each afternoon Kirsten had taken a walk down the beach and I've been hanging out with a group of french kids, some related, who come here every year for two weeks.

I was sitting on the beach, admiring the attractive ladies among them, when they asked if I wanted to join them in a game of volleyball. We played a few games of 6 on 6 and then a bunch of 2 on 2. I thought that after not playing since high school that I would have lost my touch, but I really kept up with their game.

Two of them had guitars and most of the songs that they knew were from american bands. Their conversational english may not have been perfect, but they could sing american songs in perfect english. But it was quite apparent that they didn't understand most of the words that they were singing.

They sang one song by a French band called Trio that was really catchy. They told me that it was about two pot heads running from the police.

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