1. The Plants. Every single plant here would like nothing better than to stick your hand full of tiny, excruciatingly painful epingles (thorns). Even the most soft looking plant is likely to try and injure you. The worst ones have spines so persistent that you can pick them up with your arms without grabbing them because they have embedded themselves in your skin.
2. The Corsican Drivers. This is an island of mountains, mountain roads and no sidewalks. Unfortunately no one takes that into consideration when driving and tends to drive as though they are on the German Autobahn. Then they honk like crazy if you don’t dive out of the way (into the evil spiky plants) with enough vitesse.
3. Corsican. There is a dialect/language here that the people speak. It's not English, it's not French, it's not Italian, it's Corsican. Even the other WOOFer here does not understand it and she was born and raised in France. Unfortunately most people, especially old men, seem to believe that if they shout it at you, then you will know exactly what they are saying. Nope. Still don't understand.
4. The Giant Horned Pigs. Also called sangliers. Apparently they could come running out of the bushes at any time to gore you with their horns. I have yet to see one. I am more afraid of the plants.
5. The Cows. They wander the roads looking for food during the dry season (which is now). People here buy cows because to have cows means you have money. I have yet to figure out how they get any return on their investment as there is no way to find their cows most of the time. And where there are cows there are cow pies. They are everywhere, many of them fresh. I almost slipped on one while running today. Gross.
Other than that Corsica is amazing. Post pictures when I can.
