September 18, 2010

I have arrived on Corsica. When I first arrived, I was very disappointed...Corsica is not quaint nor beautiful at all. Then I realized that you cannot judge a place by the look of its airport, and I decided to give it a second chance.

I took a bus to the train station. And I still hated it. Not only was it ugly but apparently all of the railroad workers were on strike, and I was supposed to just know that and go find a bus. Eventually after standing there looking confused for about 5 minutes another traveler came with the same confused look. Together we found the bus and got ourselves to Ponte Leccia.

Here I waited for Christine to come qnd get me. After about an hour of waiting I realized I was one day early. Fortunately my French friend, Yann, was still waiting with me. He told me he would stay with me until I found a hotel. There is one hotel in Ponte Leccia. It was booked. So Yann said he would stay with me at the train station. In the morning someone came to get me. Not Christine, Alexandra, another Wwoofer staying with Christine and very nice.

When we got to chez Christine we were getting ready for a party. Lovely, just what I needed. It was an experience. I suffered through it with a smile (I hope).

Today we raked a hillside and picked grapes. We also visited the small village of Montfau (I think that’s where I am) and I got to go running. Turns out it’s just the coast in Corsica that is not beautiful, the rest is wonderful and Christine’s house is amazing. That’s all. Except there are ton of cows here who just walk on the side of the roads eating things.

Sorry about the weird story-telling style, it’s really hard for me to type on these keyboards:

Love, love!