Ah, Corsica. Yummy. The market is across the street from the boat and ummm...well...yummy. Wild boat meat, salted, smoked, cured, aged, hung and delicious. Saucison! Charcuterie! I have been running around town screaming it at the top of my lungs, mainly because I like the sound of it and they are about the only 2 french words I know. ...and the cheese! Wait, fromage, I know that one too. Everything is made of cheese, pork, chestnuts and figs. Everything, even the people. No, not really, but I guess you are what you eat.

Spices. Don't they just look French? I am in heaven. All I do is walk around and eat. They even have fig and chestnut liquor tastings. 7:45am is the new "noon"... when in France...

All I am feeding the kids is baguettes and chevre. I get the morning helpers some nutella filled croissants for breakfast and they are just tickled to do the dishes after that, so i'm off to sample more of that fig drink.

And then there is the beach. Who can resist an afternoon nap in this sand after a hard day of baguette and cheese slicing? Got to watch out for the dog shit, but whatever. As long as they keep it out of the saucison.