Man, what a day! I swear, being a huntsman in Saint-Hilaire-de-Riez is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit the market on Rue de la Plage. You know, the one that’s always packed with locals and tourists? I’m just tryna grab some fresh fish for dinner. But nah, the fishmonger, this dude, he’s got a line longer than the queue for a concert. I’m standin’ there, tapping my foot, thinkin’ about how I could be out hunting instead of waitin’ for some stinky fish.
Finally, I get my hands on a decent catch. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hands! Like, are you serious, bro? I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off like it’s the king of the world. I’m fuming, like, “That bird’s got some nerve!”
So, I decide to take a stroll along the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m tryin’ to chill. But then I see this group of kids playing soccer on the sand. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss bein’ a kid.” But then, one of ‘em kicks the ball too hard, and it comes straight for me! I dodge it like a ninja, but I trip over my own feet and land face-first in the sand. Classic me, right?
I get up, brushin’ off the sand, and I can’t help but laugh. The kids are crackin’ up, and I’m just like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you little rascals.” But deep down, I’m happy. It’s nice to see people enjoyin’ life, you know?
After that, I wander over to the Promenade de la Mer. It’s beautiful there, with the ocean on one side and all those cute little cafés on the other. I grab a coffee at this tiny spot called Café de la Plage. The barista, she’s super friendly, and I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes!” I sit outside, sippin’ my coffee, watchin’ the world go by.
But then, outta nowhere, this old guy starts talkin’ to me. He’s ramblin’ on about the “good ol’ days” and how Saint-Hilaire used to be a quiet little fishing village. I’m like, “Dude, it’s still a fishing village, just with more tourists!” But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.
Then, I get a call from my buddy, Pierre. He’s like, “Yo, you won’t believe what I found!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, he found this hidden spot in the woods near the Rue des Sables. He’s all excited, sayin’ it’s perfect for hunting. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!”
So, I rush over there, and man, it’s a gem! The trees are thick, and there’s this little stream runnin’ through. I’m feelin’ pumped, like I’m on the verge of a big adventure. But then, I hear this rustlin’ in the bushes. My heart’s racin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Is it a deer? A wild boar?” Nope. Just a rabbit. A freakin’ rabbit! I can’t help but laugh.
As the sun starts settin’, I’m headin’ back home, thinkin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Saint-Hilaire-de-Riez, man, it’s got its quirks, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you get robbed by a seagull, trip over your own feet, and find a secret hunting spot all in one day?
So, yeah, that’s my life. Just a huntsman tryin’ to make sense of this crazy world. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.