Maman was so busy with work in July and August that we had no time for a holiday. Meanwhile Papa spent so much time in Turkey we all thought: why no have our summer holiday in Turkey – in October.
Papa flew ahead and we joined him a few days later in Istanbul for sightseeing in Istanbul. They have amazing churches over there. They are not called churches and actually they don’t look like churches either. But to me it is the same thing. They also have really nice markets with spices, and sweets. And people here are just so friendly. I think they like my blond hair and blue eyes.
But then we went to the beach Club Med Palmiye. Suddenly everyone spoke French. It was like pre-school – but on the beach. And nobody seemed to understand me even though I understood every word they said. Bizarre! The best part was the swimming pool and one day we had a proper discotheque: with a DJ turning the tables, super heros everywhere and everybody dancing and chanting: allez, allez, allez couscous allez. I can still see the shock in Papa’s eyes when he saw all of this.
We also prepared a show and Mamy and my parents were so proud when they saw me. But to be honest with you I did not really like it so much. I tried to hide, but no place to hide on a stage…
