Saint Florent Hotels - Reviews and Rates

Not a whole lot of interesting stuff happens when you´re living by yourself in a tent, far from town. I attempted a day of silence on a Wednesday. But, I didn´t see anyone the whole day, unless you count fish, but even they were underwater, by some sandy-brown boulders, so all I could´ve said to them was, "Gurgle-upple-blurgh!" So, it wasn´t a v...

On the day after I arrived in Corsica, I had my best meditation yet. I´d finished a writing task, and so my mind was unencumbered. The air was dark and silent, and I sat on a wild, grassy lawn facing St. Florent´s bay. I slowly ceased thinking. Lights from St. Florent´s village, far across the bay, cast a mystical illumination on the trunks of s...