2023-07-22 10:00:02
We thought we would talk until late at night, that we would get up at dawn to leave to climb the nearest pass, that we would go to the market before the others, to the beach in the afternoon. Error, it was counting without those who travel the suitcase stuffed with board games. Whether they are next to the menhirs of Carnac or a Mexican temple, for them there is always time to do a tarot. If there is a swimming pool, they do not bathe: they distribute the cards. The meal is not finished that they already announce the part which will follow. Their goal is to involve everyone – including and especially those who don’t play – just as others insist on pushing people who don’t dance onto the dancefloor.
They want to start a game with you not because it’s fun, but because, “at three, we can’t play whist” or because“we need someone to hold the bank”. Once they have gathered all their players, they sometimes send some of them back to their rooms (“At five, it’s not funny”). They always want to make games that we know too well or that we don’t know (“because we didn’t bring them for nothing”).
For the latter, they explain the convoluted rules, as if they were obvious, casting doubt on the cognitive abilities of those who do not follow. For those who are already familiar to us, they decree that we play it badly. They move with their mental rules and do not appreciate that some people pride themselves on going to check on the Internet whether to take seven or eight cards to start the game, or claim that, in their family, they play differently.
Play it even when the weather is nice
On their arrival, these holidaymakers are warmly welcomed when, like Santas, they take boxes of games out of their suitcases. Mixing the generations seemed like a good idea, so that everyone was not looking at their smartphone. It also seemed like a good idea to buy codenames on a rainy day. Not to mention that we had to play it even when the weather was nice.
As for the afternoons and evenings playing Monopoly, they were the source of many disputes between the parents and their rivals who, carried away by the game, were ready to manipulate the youngest: “Can’t you see that Uncle is trying to make you believe that rue de Belleville is worth the same as rue de la Paix! » The game master also shakes up the schedule. Because of his games of Risk, his tarot evenings, we go to bed far too late for the next day’s walk.
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