Hear me out – I realize this blog post is almost two years old, and I debated not writing it at all, but ultimately I’d like this blog to be a travel log that I can look back on for years to come. So even if this trip is way out of date, I think it is important to document. I physically could not write about Corsica until just recently. When we left for France, I was about 7 weeks pregnant and SO SICK. Here’s how it went:
I had to tell my mom the big news in the car, on the way to the airport, because I knew being nauseous the whole trip would be obvious to her. None of our friends traveling with us had any idea.. yet. Our flight landed into Paris where we stayed a couple of nights before traveling to Montpelier to visit, and pick up, the wonderful Saint-Dizier family. Our group then drove to Toulon to catch a boat that would then take us to the island of Corsica. It’s a bit of a journey to get there (flight, train, car, AND boat), but wow, Corsica is unlike anything I had seen before.
We rented a car and drove through the whole entire island in less than a week (thank you to the ultimate tour guide, Valerie Saint-Dizier)- which in any other circumstance is SUPER cool.. But driving up and down narrow/windy roads in the backseat, and being in the 1st trimester of pregnancy 😅 Let’s just say our friends knew the big secret fairly soon into the trip!
Imagine an island with crystal clear blue water, add in the charm of an old French village, and then top it off with every farm animal you can think of – that is Corsica! I will never forget petting giant cows on the beach. I loved it! And I adopted the nickname of Bridget Bardot because I spent much of the trip stopping the car to pet pigs and talk to goats. One of my favorite days was when we rented a motor boat and ate our packed lunch in the open sea of bright, blue water, near the cliffs of Bonifacio. Speaking of eating – what a waste I was! There I am in one of the culinary wonders of the world and the thought of jamon serrano and baguette bread made me want to vomit. I even convinced my french sister, Amelie, to drive through McDonalds (in which any other circumstance she would have definitely told me no, haha).
Although it took me a while to actually look back at these photos without getting sick to my stomach, I have such wonderful memories from Corsica. My mom had a student from Corsica who gave us a calendar with photos of the island in it when I was in the 6th grade. Ever since, it has been on my bucket list, and I am so grateful we were able to explore it. While there, we started calling (no name) Ricky, Ange, because Valerie says that it’s a common name for babies in Corsica. He’s our little Corsican angel, Le Petite Ange, and I have a feeling we will be telling him about this trip for years to come.