Nothing says weirdo-not-from-here more than a seaside happy snapper on the loose. Fortunately, Corsicans are too chill to care – I had quite the shutter work out on this flawless afternoon drinking smoothies (“Coco Banane“) and reading Penguin Classics. As somebody who somehow manages to overcommit at the best of times, thinking about breathing patterns and refusing to move from your spot in the sun (please wear sunscreen) is slightly alien. For the first two weeks of traveling with Alex, I constantly felt like there was something I ought to be doing (could I please stop by that Starbucks to check my inbox?), but by this stage in Corsica, sleep-ins did not seem so wasteful, and prolonged periods of time in one location didn’t bother me so much. It’s the island life. It gets into your bloodstream.
But I like it.
And now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t particularly want to write anymore.
Excuse me while I bikini up.