We planned to leave Friday night after one last work meeting - but physics delay - we agreed instead, to get a few hours of sleep at home and made a 1:00 am departure for the port at Livorno, Italy, driving through the night for the 8:00 am ferry to Bastia, Corsica. First looks at the island from the ship.
Tired, sea tossed, and wind-blown, we arrived in Bastia and drove south down the east coast, only stopping at L’Orrou, a shop in Porto Veccio, for a stock of Corsican specialties for dinner. About 5:00 pm we arrived at the bergerie and found the hidden key to enter the stone cottage, our home in Corsica for the week. We unloaded the car, walked around the grounds, and marveled at the beauty, calm, and light. It was a long trip, but we are looking forward to a relaxing week with no phones, no computers, only books, beaches, mountain trails, and whatever adventures we come upon.
Under the olive and oak trees, at the wood-board table, on cast iron chairs, we ate our goods from town - artisanal bread, salad with vinaigre de vin avec l’echalote, canistrelli, sundried tomato, olives, apples, meil de maquis, cheese for Derek. We turned in early after a long day travelling - opened the windows, pulled back the faded covers, and slept well in pastoral silence.
Under the olive and oak trees, at the wood-board table, on cast iron chairs, we ate our goods from town - artisanal bread, salad with vinaigre de vin avec l’echalote, canistrelli, sundried tomato, olives, apples, meil de maquis, cheese for Derek. We turned in early after a long day travelling - opened the windows, pulled back the faded covers, and slept well in pastoral silence.
