Just after I waxed poetic about welcoming autumn, we did the exact opposite and jetted off to Corsica to catch the waning rays of sun and summer. It was the perfect trip. The three of us, along with Félix's sister met up with Félix's cousin and his cousin's friend. Can I just tell you that a ratio of 5 adults to 1 child is my kind of ratio?
Our mornings would begin with the three of us sneaking out of the house for coffee and croissants in the harbor while the other housemates slept. The citadel of Bonifacio loomed high above the small harbor below. Sitting outside, sipping our coffee, Clover provided a constant narration of which boats went motoring by past the white limestone cliffs on their way out to sea. We'd head back to the house with croissants for the late sleepers and then we would all head off to the beach. It was a rhythm I could totally get on board with.
We stayed at Félix cousin's place in Spérone, at the southern most spot in Corsica. There was just so much to love about where we were. It's rugged and gorgeous.
Hadri, Félix's cousin showed us a fun spot, a completely concealed beachside restaurant. It was totally hidden behind the scrub oak until we were gazing at the sea. We had a long, lingering lunch in front of that perfect view. There are so many great hidden coves and secret beaches.
Clover didn't want to go near the water. Even so much as the tiniest drop would elicit squeals of distress. He would happily play in the sand and then all of a sudden on the second to last day he acted as if there was nothing he would rather do more than play in the surf. All fear forgotten. We could not get that boy out of the water.
Which by the way, can we talk about the water? I've been to the mediterranean plenty but I have never seen it such a gorgeous turquoise, so clean and so clear. Amazing. And I think another reason why I was so blown over by the place is that it is so close. By plane it's less than two hours but it felt a whole world away when we were there.
I can't wait until we find our way back to the cobblestone streets, the golden sunsets and the silky, white-sand beaches of Corsica... Until then, I think it will feel like a dream that we were ever there.
Do tell, do you have a favorite vacation spot? I find mine is changing all the time.