Thankfully, the other girls played along, and we got out the door in plenty of time. For this of you using this blog as a travel reference, here our some lessons learned:
1 - find seats first, eat second. All of us were jonesing for some coffe and some croissants so once aboard we went straight to the cafe. After 30 mins made our way to the lounge and every couch and lounger was gone.
2- If you do get a seat, bring a sweater. Cold as shit inside, hot as balls outside.
3 - If you're tired enough you can just sleep on the concrete on the deck. Works for realz
4 - If you eat in the restaurant, you get free champagne.
5 - If you have a dog and are bringing it aboard, it better be damn cute. It was like Westminster up in that biz.
After some naps, several snacks, a complete dissection of the celebrity doppelgänger of everyone of our friends and five hours, we arrived in Corsica. That was when La Mer explained that she did not like water.
We arrived to L'ile Rousse, about an hour drive from Saint Florent our home for two nights. If you're wondering how we chose that location, we looked for a concentration of vineyards and choose the nearest most fabulous town. saint Florent fancies itself the St Tropez of Corsica. They may have a point. Our place is on the water and has its own private beach. The town center is about a five minute walk and the pier is lined with ridiculous sailboats and yachts. So awesome. We freshened up quickly and then went a little further east to Patrimonio where the wine is. This area specializes in Muscat wines, aka sweet wines. They actually are not as terrible as I expected, and thankfully they also specialize in Roses like the rest of the south of France. Our two faces of the five we visited were a vintner named Marc at Pastricciola, and Henri and his (somehow British) son Antoine at Orenga de Gaffory. We bought six bottles at five vineyards to consume over the next two days. Too soon to tell if they will last this long.
En route home we stopped at a market to get snacks for a picnic on our terrace. After picking out a couple local hams and cheeses, we we're told by the friendly grocer lady that they usually only get two Americans a year. Please note, Americans: the quota has been filled, stay away.
After our picnic and terrace nap, we had a late dinner on the pier: another ridic bowl of mussels for me, a couple pizzas and some seafood pasta. And being that it had been a very long day, we headed home and cuddled up to watch Bridesmaids back at the hotel. Please note Americans: help me, I'm poor.
Bottles of wine:
1.5 Rose (slow day)
Wines tasted:
25
Spec movie scripts written:
1 ("Above Board" working title)
Friends determined are really not funny:
1
Times we toasted Beyonce's birthday:
Infiniti
Song we choreographed a dance to:
Roar
13-year-olds hit on in appropriately, possibly because they were British
1 - find seats first, eat second. All of us were jonesing for some coffe and some croissants so once aboard we went straight to the cafe. After 30 mins made our way to the lounge and every couch and lounger was gone.
2- If you do get a seat, bring a sweater. Cold as shit inside, hot as balls outside.
3 - If you're tired enough you can just sleep on the concrete on the deck. Works for realz
4 - If you eat in the restaurant, you get free champagne.
5 - If you have a dog and are bringing it aboard, it better be damn cute. It was like Westminster up in that biz.
After some naps, several snacks, a complete dissection of the celebrity doppelgänger of everyone of our friends and five hours, we arrived in Corsica. That was when La Mer explained that she did not like water.
We arrived to L'ile Rousse, about an hour drive from Saint Florent our home for two nights. If you're wondering how we chose that location, we looked for a concentration of vineyards and choose the nearest most fabulous town. saint Florent fancies itself the St Tropez of Corsica. They may have a point. Our place is on the water and has its own private beach. The town center is about a five minute walk and the pier is lined with ridiculous sailboats and yachts. So awesome. We freshened up quickly and then went a little further east to Patrimonio where the wine is. This area specializes in Muscat wines, aka sweet wines. They actually are not as terrible as I expected, and thankfully they also specialize in Roses like the rest of the south of France. Our two faces of the five we visited were a vintner named Marc at Pastricciola, and Henri and his (somehow British) son Antoine at Orenga de Gaffory. We bought six bottles at five vineyards to consume over the next two days. Too soon to tell if they will last this long.
En route home we stopped at a market to get snacks for a picnic on our terrace. After picking out a couple local hams and cheeses, we we're told by the friendly grocer lady that they usually only get two Americans a year. Please note, Americans: the quota has been filled, stay away.
After our picnic and terrace nap, we had a late dinner on the pier: another ridic bowl of mussels for me, a couple pizzas and some seafood pasta. And being that it had been a very long day, we headed home and cuddled up to watch Bridesmaids back at the hotel. Please note Americans: help me, I'm poor.
Bottles of wine:
1.5 Rose (slow day)
Wines tasted:
25
Spec movie scripts written:
1 ("Above Board" working title)
Friends determined are really not funny:
1
Times we toasted Beyonce's birthday:
Infiniti
Song we choreographed a dance to:
Roar
13-year-olds hit on in appropriately, possibly because they were British
No comments:
Post a Comment