Vive la Corse!

In letting my thoughts wander during my drive back to the hometown this weekend, I realized that at this time two years ago I was running around Corsica. I got to swim in the Mediterranean, watch the sunset over the Staircase of the King of Aragon(180 steps down the side of a cliff carved by slaves in a day), and dodge wild pigs in the road. Yay for Catholic holidays! They gave us Thursday off for some religious event, so of course nobody showed up on Friday. It was easily one of the best trips I’ve ever taken. Corsica is beyond amazing. It is incredibly beautiful, with the added bonus of being able to buy a placemat or car decal(or anything else)with a picture of Napoleon on it.

That was a very spontaneous time in my life. I was able to just pick up and go somewhere interesting for the weekend. I’m not really sure why I have trouble doing that now. Maybe I don’t know the same sort of people these days. Before, a friend of mine would say, “Hey Amanda, we’re going to Venice for the weekend. Want to come?” And I’d say ok, and we’d leave the next day. They were a good influence on me that way. Not that I’m complaining about my life now or the people I hang out with. They are all quite wonderful :) But I do wonder whether I could recapture that way of living, or if too much has gone on in my life since then. Someone invite me somewhere cool at the last minute so I can find out!