Our summer holidays aren’t until September this year. Meanwhile, I find myself dreaming of Corsica, where we went two years ago. Here’s a reblog of my post about the French island of beauty.
When the rest of the world descends upon the south of France, the French flee to their most cherished summer vacation spot: la Corse. Situated just above Sardinia, the rugged Mediterranean island is actually closer to Italy than France, and the Corsican language resonates like Italian.
For years friends have been urging me to visit Corsica. “C’est magnifique…You won’t regret it….Small, private beaches….Perfect weather….Wild and uninhabited…Food that combines the best of French and Italian.” Hmm…sounds like my kind of vacation place. In fact, with so much going for it, I’m not sure what was holding us back.
Actually, I do. My husband. He had a very negative preconception about les Corses. Macho types…
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