It all began when I was reading Eric Clapton's autobiography. When he mentioned that this was the most beautiful place he had ever been, I became interested. While Corsica was once controlled by Italy, it is now a department of France. Called "The Island of Beauty" by the French, Corsica was unlike anyplace I have ever been. Mountains, beaches, crystal-clear, turquoise waters. It was interesting to experience the combination of a beach culture and the French culture.
One of the most interesting things about Corsica is that despite being controlled by France and speaking French, they are very independent and consider themselves quite different from the French. The first woman we talked to upon arriving in Corsica was quick to point out that while they were French, they weren't French.
The views from our two hotel rooms:
When we traveled from Bastia to Calvi, we were instructed to a "train stop" that wasn't much more than a slab of cement. There was no train station, no employees, no other travelers, nothing. Needless to say, we were a bit nervous regarding whether or not a train was actually going to stop and pick us up from here:
Picture of the Year: This stray dog decided to follow us for a good hour. Shayna was freaking out/laughing uncontrollably because the dog kept licking her (sorry Shayna....just so funny)... Despite several attempts to ditch the dog, it continued to follow us wherever we went. After finally ditching the dog, we sat down for dinner, only to see the dog following two girls who seemed to be trying some of the same dog-ditching tactics that we had tried.
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at least I was smiling at that point! mangy mut ;)
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