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... in. The priest tried to follow him, but was stopped. The priest said, “Why did you let the bus driver in and stop me? I am a holy man and I prayed every day of my life.” St. Peter replied, “When you preached in church, 50 people slept. When the bus driver drove Prunelli Gorge, 50 people prayed.”
We made one more stop for a photo overlooking one of the mountain water reservoirs. By then it was raining lightly and was pretty windy and cool. ...
... I drank excellent wine and beer. I reminisced over fond memories and then created new ones.
Thank you Corsica for the lovely weekend.
And now, it's back to the real world and work. Though, right now that means heading to Paris for more strategy sessions and then off to India. Not such a rough reality.
... pretty beach town. We arrived and realized they were having a fair. What serendipity! We enjoyed seeing the various carnival rides and vendors. And it was eye-opening to experience an outside perspective on America -- check out my photo of the Team USA ride. Yikes. We then found a lovely little restaurant and sat waterside. Like, toes in the sand by the side of the water.
No insights. No quips. Just a fun day with some wonderful friends.
... had a baby I hadn't yet met.
On Friday I flew from Amsterdam to Pisa, Italy. We drove to the lovely agriturismo they were staying at just outside of Lucca. It was a working olive oil farm and absolutely gorgeous. Tuscany looks just like every picture or painting you've ever seen of it. Breathtaking.
My night in Italy offered lots of laughter and some truly phenomenal food -- and a bit too much Italian vino. ...
... grounds for the hundreds of motorhomes that we see are really just dusty paddocks. Would be pretty depressing pulling into one of those every night. On the way to Calvi we are stopped on the road by French Customs. They wanted to see our "papers" - really, I thought that only happened in the movies. After answering numerous questions, "What are you smuggling?", "Have you worked illegally?", "What type of guns do you have in the back?" ...