Now, almost a month later, I'm back and the trip seems like a distant memory. But such sweet sweet memories. Mom and I had an amazing time, though for me this was just the tip of the iceberg. We were in St. Tropez for their annual sailing race, which was pretty awesome. I was stunned by Sanary-sur-Mer, which would be a fantastic week long retreat. Barcelona was much cleaner and better organised than I remembered and Corsica was not well suited for city sightseeing, but the countryside looked incredible. I spend most of my time standing on a hill wishing I either had a kayak (who knew the Med's waters were so blue) or had actually managed to get the horseback riding trip arranged in good order. And then there was Italy. I had expected for Capri to steal my heart, but instead it was Sorrento. I have a feeling that Italy may become a more regular destination, though some language classes might be in order. And hey, as this is a new(ish) decade in my life, I think I'm due a new language or 2 right? Still, even the little bit I had learned over the course of 5 weeks was well received, and it is a much easier language than French anyway.
Pictures forthcoming. . .
Speaking of Italy, I think next year may be ripe for R and I to do that bike trip through Tuscany we've been planning for ages now, maybe with a side trip to Rome, since Mom and I had to cut that bit short and really, what is life without having been to rome? I think next year we need a grand adventure, particularly since my grand plan to take R to the Monaco Grand Prix was foiled. Stupid exams.
But before that, there is a certain Hobbit in Isreal that needs visitors, me thinks. :)