An impromptu weekend away in the Iles de la Madeleine was exactly the intention I wanted to set for my thirties. Spontaneity, adventure, and as Liz Gilbert sums it up in the subtitle of Big Magic, creative living beyond fear.
On the first evening, as the ferry pulled into the harbour, tears came hot into my eyes at the absolutely loveliness of the islands rising up out of the sea, and that I was lucky enough to be there in that exact moment. —————
On the next day, grey sky & grey sea thrillingly crashing against the coast. Wandering the sweet shops of La Greve in between raindrops. Dinner stretching hours in the beautiful oceanfront dining room at La Mouliere, with a scandalous second cup of coffee at 8 o'clock.
On the last day, harbour, beach, cliff, coffee, repeat. After bidding farewell to the ten foot high rain shower and sea view at Domaine du Vieux Couvent, and driving to the end of the islands & back, I picked a beach and soaked it in until the ferry ride home, complete with an effortlessly beautiful sunset.
Iles de la Madeleine, you're doing it right. I'll be dreaming of you xx