Shit got crepe

When I woke up this morning, the bar we ended our night at had added me as a friend on Facebook. That’s how good Thursday was.

We all got arguably our best night’s sleep of the whole trip, thanks in part to the ocean waves below our room, so woke up ready to rock Saint Florent. Some of us (Liza) woke up at the sunrise and emailed some other of us in the room next door (Steezer) to let us know they were awake and ready to go. Once we did get moving, we enjoyed a lovely breakfast on the terrace of our hotel. As we waited for our food to arrive, La Mer said “I hope they bring us a giant pot of coffee.” Liza and I scoffed…bitch, si vous plat, you ever been to Europe? But to our shock and delight, a giant (for Europe) pot of coffee did arrive…one for each of us. +1 Corsica.

We walked into town and did some shopping (aka adding a new member to the fedora mafia) before hopping on a boat for a 20 minute ride to the secluded beach Plage Saleccia. It’s been voted one of the best/most picturesque beaches in the world, and at this exact moment it might be my favorite place I’ve ever been.

It’s well known that Liza LOVES A PICNIC OMG, but for some reason today we decided better to just get food at the snack bar on the beach…mostly because we just wanted to hurry up and get there. Unfortunately when we arrived we were informed the snack bar was closed for the season, and for the first time in  5 days we found ourselves without: 6 bottles of half drunk water, a selection of meats and cheeses and bread. This put a bit of a time limit on how long we could stay there, which is unfortunate because I could have stayed there forever.  THANKFULLY we did remember to bring a bottle of Rose.

While in Saleccia I discovered my new favorite sport: snorkeling.  I probably could have snorked (past tense) for the entire four hours I was there. The water is bright blue and crystal clear, and though there wasn’t really much to see in this particular cove (besides some weird clear fish that I enjoyed terrorizing), it was so awesome.

Finally our stomachs and dehydration got the best of us so we headed back on the boat for lunch and shopping back in Saint Florent. We grabbed a bite on the dock, and I had my first croque monsieur in France…cheesy and meaty and delicious. We headed back to the hotel to watch the sunset, have wine, jam to some music, get ready for a night out, and maybe just maybe choreograph a dance to Katy Perry’s Roar (how far I’ve come from that first trip to Italy and that goddam Hot and Cold song…in fact The Heff points out that Katy Perry has had a role in every one of our trips, a fact I find rather depressing).

Four bottles (“Well, we don’t HAVE to finish it”) later, we headed into the town for dinner at a traditional Corsican place. Corsican food is a combo of French and Italian with their own local twists. Liza and I split some rabbit over pasta and a pasta with the famous Corsican sheep’s cheese and mint. It was super cheesy and also oddly refreshing. When they brought us the house rouge, The Heff said “Oh, it’s Henri’s wine.” We are so cultured we even know the local vintners.

And speaking of culture…after dinner, La Mer asked the server about the local discothèque. I again scoffed…I mean, come on La Mer: we’re in a small seaside village…no way is there a place playing pop music on a Thursday.

WRONG.

When we got to Vogue, the bartender and DJ were playing cards, with not a customer in sight. We asked them to play Beyonce, and within 5 mins we had amassed a crowd of onlookers (and one nice gentleman who danced with us all night). The DJ handed us a piece of paper and told us to write down our song requests, and for two hours (or was it 3?) we dominated the dance floor, including the first public performance of our Roar dance. The crowd was super impressed (or super horrified, hard to tell). A large group of Persians walked in and Liza declared that our time of domination had expired, so it was time to head home. When we got there we may or may not have had more singalongs and dance parties until pretty much every other guest at the hotel had yelled at us or knocked on our door, at which point it became clear it was time to shut it down. La Mer thought this was a great time to make me  hold up her iPad so “we” could watch “Country Strong.”

And thus ended our time in Saint Florent. I’m obsessed with this town, and Liza and I are considering changing our plans so we can return on the back end...mainly so I can get my snork on again.

Bottles of wine:

6-7? Lost count

Corsicans impressed:

6-7? Lost count

City apparently all Corsicans think is snobby:

Boston

Members of the Corsican Fedora Mafia

3

Members of the real Corsican Mafia

Apparently everyone

Songs from Nashville heard:

5

Songs from Nashville sung:

5

Songs from Nashville sung well:

0