Visit Corsica

“After a few hours spent weeding, cutting salads, strawberries, and herbs for market, washing windows, or pruning tomatoes, the afternoons are mine to explore the area. I take a hike by the river, take the bike 10 km to the beach, or to the top of a mountain to watch the sunset over Ajaccio and the bay. At dinner, the neighbors often come over with their kids and we chat and sip rose until long after the sun goes down.”

“This morning, as I stood in the path beside the garden playing fetch with Benji, I looked across the strawberry fields to the mountains in the distant haze and felt pure contentment. Looking back down to the dirt in front of me I exclaimed with a child-like enthusiasm, “The carrots have grown!” Mark looked at me and smiled broadly at my naive excitement, but to me the difference was a pretty big deal, having been a part of the process of planting and weeding.”

“I was green with envy and sure I would never be able to travel so extravagantly. Yet here I am, in Corsica, France, and the only thing I’ve paid for in two weeks is a crêpe that I bought while wandering around the cliff-side, haute village of Bonifacio just yesterday.”